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It was 4 a.m. and I was on the floor in my living room, sobbing. The rest of my family was asleep, except for me and my 3-month old son. I looked at him, through my veil of tears, and realized I wanted nothing to do with my little baby. Garrett was born April 12, 2021, at 7:53 p.m., after a very fast 60 minute labour. He was 6lbs. 6 oz., with light brown hair and blue eyes; he appeared to be absolutely perfect... I would like to say this is the text for a joyous birth announcement, but the reality of my story is more akin to a life and death survival guide. I am a professional woman. I am independent, strong and educated. By all indications, I "should" have been able to handle a baby, especially baby number three, after all, I'd survived the first two with enough desire for another! But this baby was different. This baby cried. Not a little. Not once in a while. Not a sweet little whine. He cried ALL the time. No matter what I did. Our first few weeks at home were wonderful. I cuddled and kissed my darling little boy, enjoyed the Christmas holiday with our family and tried to figure out what kind of routine we would have when life got back to normal. Little did I know, the new "normal" was not what I had planned.