To the mother of a colicky newborn,
I see you standing by the crib, frozen with emotions too frenzied for words.
Not knowing why the screams won’t stop.
Knowing that you can barely take it anymore.
The walls are closing in.
The waves of exhaustion are rocking your body.
The tears come.
You sit down because you can barely stand.
The room is dark, and the screams continue.
You can’t make them stop.
You have tried everything, and nothing works.
You have cried out to God, and in your dark haze, doubted he heard your call.
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