Last night was rough. S (our 4 week old son) fought sleep for about 4/5 hours and didn’t go down until after midnight. I wanted to scream at him. I wanted to drop him on our bed and walk away. I wanted to curl up into a ball with headphones and just let him cry/scream until he passed out from exhaustion, but J had already reached his limit so it was my turn. Instead of doing any of those things, I went to a quiet corner in my brain and just let my body take over until silence happened. Eventually he did go to sleep, by some miracle. And then…