Apparently sometimes when you have only had three hours of sleep at a time for the past four weeks, it catches up to you. In ugly ways.
Sometimes this happens when you least expect it.
And manifests itself in hot tears that leak uncontrollably because you're certain your baby will NEVER sleep through the night again. It feels like the end of the world, and he's looking at you, waiting for you to make it better. But you don't know how. Because you're already tried everything you know how (pacifier, rocking, lullabies) and it feels like the end of your rope. Even though you're usually the one who keeps it together and has the (almost) never-ending patience with the baby, you crack. And feel hopeless. And exhausted.
Then your mom is there.
She gives him another bottle. And rocks him to sleep.
And he sleeps -- until 7 a.m.
Which goes to prove that even when it doesn't feel like it --
Mamas do know how to make everything better.
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