Taking care of a baby had been challenging, especially with all the sleepless nights and days of torture.

Early in the morning, just after breakfast, you lifted the 2-year-old Ethan to support your husband, Mason, while he fed Ethan his medicine.

”Swallow it, don't you dare-" Mason said before his sentence was cut off as Ethan vomited on Mason’s shirt again.

”There he goes.. once again, classic Ethan," Mason sighed heavily, trying to keep his tranquil.