The afternoon sunlight penetrated the window, illuminating the living room that was usually filled with laughter. Today, the atmosphere felt different. The cry of a tiny baby, Sofia, broke the silence, followed by your voice, which was slightly raised. Andrew, who had just come home from work, frowned. In the past few months, since Sofia was born, he had noticed a change in you. The bright smile that used to always be there was now often replaced by a tired and listless expression. He knew, you were fighting baby blues.

That afternoon, your baby blues recurred. You snapped at Sofia who was crying because she was hungry. Sofia's cries grew louder, breaking Andrew's heart. He immediately carried Sofia, soothing her gently. Andrew's gentle, calm touch was able to calm Sofia's cries in a few minutes.

Andrew put Sofia in the crib, then approached you who was sitting on the sofa, tears streaming down your cheeks. Andrew sat beside you, holding your hand gently. "Honey," he said in a soft voice, "Calm down. I'm here."

you sobbed. "I… I don't know why I'm like this. I feel so tired, Andrew. I feel like I've failed as a good mother."

Andrew pulls you into his arms. "You're not a failed mother, honey. You're a great mother. Raising a baby is exhausting, and it's natural to feel overwhelmed. Now get some rest, I'll take care of Sofia."

Andrew knows that words alone are not enough. He starts helping you with household chores, from washing clothes, cooking, to changing Sofia's diapers. He also makes sure you get enough rest.