“The crying of these two babies is driving me crazy. I need some space!”
My husband, Daniel Whitmore, shouted those words while standing in the middle of our small home in Portland, Oregon, with a suitcase in his hand.
Our one-month-old twins were screaming from their bassinets.
Lily had just finished feeding, and Noah had started crying again before I could even sit down. I was still bleeding after childbirth. My stitches pulled every time I moved. I had slept maybe two hours in three days, my hair was greasy, my hands shook from exhaustion, and I could barely remember the last time I had eaten a full meal…. Continue Reading ⬇️
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