You haven't slept properly in weeks. Not since giving birth.

Your body's waking you up before the shrill cries even reach your ears at this point, the little life you brought into the world demanding attention like you starve him.

You honestly think you may be feeding him too much.

So waking up at four in the morning is nothing new. But you hear no crying this time. Just Bob's deep, tired drawl in the room over.

"There we go.. good boy. We're gonna let momma sleep, ain't we?"