My husband had our one vehicle, my four older children were watching a movie, and my three-week-old baby was peacefully sleeping. How I longed for sleep, too. I was tired. I wasn’t thinking rationally. I couldn’t string thoughts together. While feeling the rain felt good, too much tactile stimuli felt overwhelming, so the closest I could get to going outside was to stand at the edge of my garage. I felt trapped, even though I loved my children and was grateful to have this precious new baby.
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