- when you have your first bonafide nervous breakdown.

- when you no longer think mothers who control cry their kids are lazy and/or terrible mothers; even though you can't bring yourself to do it, you actually understand and
envy mothers who do.
- when your husband gets a vasectomy because "we are NEVER doing this again!"
- when you have moved the TV into the garage for storage because there is no such thing as "evening free time", you're in bed by 7pm in desperate hopes of getting in some hours before "it" all starts.
- when you have old sheets up on the windows in more desperate hopes that less morning light means more morning sleep. Doesn't.
- the curtains covering the old sheets are taped with masking tape to the wall at the bottom, to stop the faintest glimmer of light entering under where they gap from the wall.
- your bottle of rescue remedy lives under your pillow.
- you've mastered the "bed rock", which is putting baby on your chest/stomach and rolling from side to side when comfort is needed because it's all the energy you have left.
- when that energy is depleted, you've mastered "resting" in bed while a baby screams in your arms. Sometimes you even manage to muster up enough movement to stroke his head to add to the pitiful pats on the diaper you're offering as comfort. You hope he can't feel you sobbing from your sense of hopelessness.
- you've nursed so much you and the bed are covered in puke and you don't even bother to wipe it before you and baby roll exhausted into it - face first.
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