I see you trudging back to the toddler’s room, assuring him there are no monsters for the fifth time tonight.
I see you pour another cup of milk.
I see you praying that tomorrow will be a better day. That you will be more patient.
I see you rocking your 4 month old baby through the sleep regression that seems never ending.
I see you put you hands out to catch the vomit without hesitation.
I see you sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom staring at another negative pregnancy test wishing for a baby that has not yet come to be as tears stain your face.