Loosing hope...

I’m getting tired. More than tired, I’m getting to my breaking point. I’m a SAHM, to a beautiful 7 month old. But sometimes it’s very hard to be greatful. I just want a good night of sleep, or a few hours to just be me, not mom. I wish I could take help, but he only wants me. He won’t take a bottle, won’t go to sleep for anyone else, can’t be soothed by anyone else, and when I say I’ve tried everything, I mean it. Every bottle on the planet, my whole family trying so hard to feed him, soothe him, love him. But they all give up after a few hours and hand him back to me. I’m his mommy and he only wants me. One part of me loves that, but the other part of me just wants to run away so I can breathe for a second. I don’t feel alive, I feel like I’m treading water, keeping our heads above water. But I love my son more than words can describe, so I’ll cry myself to sleep tonight, but make sure i have a big smile on my face in the morning, for him.