I hit a wall. I absolutely cannot get up three times in a night. When Henry starts crying that third time, I'm delusional. I can't see straight. I'm grumpy like you wouldn't believe (unless you are related to me and of course you can believe it). I start crying. My head feels so heavy. I'm a mess.
and then my hero is there
Even though Phillip gets up with me almost every time anyway, he always pulls through on this third time. He will get Henry, change him, rock him, soothe him until I get it together.
It's cliche, but I don't know what I would do without him.
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