You can see it in my face, the exhaustion, pain, fear, sadness, it’s like a weight sitting on my chest, unrelenting, I’ve spent months dealing with the home stress, my families issues, everything was put on me to fix. When he was born, he was a month and a half early, born at 33 weeks gestation, I spent a week in the hospital because something wasn’t right, now that we’re ash or 6 th month, I can breath a little easier, but and here’s where I’m struggling, the fears of failing him are endless, I feel guilty, I feel ashamed and I don’t know why, I look at him and feel as though he’d be so much better without me, why does this happen, I’m scared and beyond frustrated this is happening!