“No one ever said mom life was glamorous” she tells herself looking in the mirror at 3am. At the bottom of what is already her second cup of coffee, on 2 hrs sleep. With

yesterday’s makeup on her face and the third layer of dry shampoo in her hair. Her shirt smells of formula and spit up, where it was once fabric softener and perfume. She put a paci in her crying sons mouth once again looking at the the air tube and feeding tube coming out his face. As she says to herself again, “ya it may not be glamorous, but boy is it WORTH IT!”