I am not who I thought I'd be!
I remember my first real wake up call as a mom. My sweet little baby was maybe 3 weeks old. My mom had gone home, and my husband and I were both back in school full time. My little bundle of joy would only sleep if she was in physical contact with me, and insisted on eating every two hours, around the clock. One night, in the middle of the night, I lost it. My baby was wide awake, and I desperately needed sleep. I panicked, and for the first time I understood why a parent would want to shake a baby. It scared me. I started sobbing, wondering what in the HECK was wrong with me! I was obviously not qualified to be a mother. Thankfully, I had a husband who was willing and able to take a night shift. I left the baby crying in the front room and went to wake him up, explaining that I was in no condition to take care of another human. After a few hours of sleep, and after the panic had worn off, I spent some time ponder...