When My hopes of being a “good mom” are shattered.
It’s 3am and I’m awoken by the sound of my ten month old crying. I pause for a few minutes and realize that it’s his hunger cry. I sleepily pull myself out of bed and walk across the hall to his room. After he has nursed for a few minutes, I crawl back into bed […]
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