It’s fucking 1am in the fucking morning. I’ve been listening to this infant cry for six hours. I’m so utterly alone. All the fucking advice I get….well where the fuck are you when I’m alone with this baby and can’t get her to stop crying? I’ve rocked her. I’ve burped her. I’ve changed her diaper over and over and over. I’ve fed her so much I’m surprised she hasn’t exploded. Now I’m trying to let her cry it out. Actually I’ve been trying to let her cry it out since 11am. It’s time for yet another feeding. Fuck. I swear to god I am never having another child ever again. Not with the “copious” amounts of support I get from my husband. That’s for damn sure. Just like my baby, I can’t stop crying. Now I know why mom’s jump off of bridges.