Sarah McGuire

To The Mom Who Feels Like A Failure

To The Mom Who Feels Like A Failure

It was another long day, which turned into another long night, week, and month. There wasn’t much distinction between day and night. Either way, my son was in pain, screaming, and needing what comfort I could provide. Written by Sarah McGuire

It's Not All On You

It's Not All On You

I didn’t dare move a muscle. Breathe in, breathe out, quiet, shallow, in, out. Don’t move. My son was finally asleep cradled in my arms against my chest. If I could just not move or breathe, maybe, just maybe he would sleep for 15-20 minutes and for that 15-20 minutes there would be no screaming and he wouldn’t feel the pain and I could rest – sort of. Written by Sarah McGuire