Alright sorry about the third post today but I need to vent . . .
I thought the first night home, the baby was suppose to cry all night not the mom. I thought the baby was suppose to be up all night not the mom. I admit I put on a good face, I put on a smile to get through the day but when I fall asleep at night I cry, I cry and I cry some more. I try to hide it from my family even from my husband but I can't do it any more I can't pretend like I'm not broken I can't pretend like my heart is not left back at the hospital with my three girls. I can't pretend that it doesn't bother me that my daughters are a week old and I haven't even touch them yet. I can't pretend anymore . . .