I have one memory of putting my kids to bed, telling them I love them but feeling like a complete hypocrite, the tears rolling down my cheeks. It was just a few weeks after I had given birth to my third baby.
My husband had been out for the evening and so I was on my own to get the “big kids”, who were only 2.5 and 5, bathed and into bed while attending to a newborn. Any mom in the situation would know, that’s not as easy as it sounds. The kids were in the bath, and just wanted to play, but I wanted them to hurry up and get bathed quickly and easily. The newborn at the time had horrible acid reflux and would cry so hard most of the time when she wasn’t being held.