There was one night where I think I had 2 hours of sleep total in 10-30 minute spurts. I was in Aidan's room in the rocking chair and he kept crying and crying and wanting to eat and I remember visualizing throwing him at a wall and him landing in his crib. I would never, ever, ever do that, but I pictured it.
My turning point for letting him cry it out was after another crazy night. I'll have to post about that later, though.
I was telling my friend about it at work today and she showed me this clip from Scrubs.
What was your worst thought postpartum?
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