NICU-induced exhaustion
I wish I heard my baby boy’s cry in the middle of the night. I wish I were dragging myself out of bed to feed him every three hours. But I’m not. And I’m not sure when that will happen.
Discouragement
I wish I heard my baby boy’s cry in the middle of the night. I wish I were dragging myself out of bed to feed him every three hours. But I’m not. And I’m not sure when that will happen.