My Dear Son,
I am so frustrated right now. It is past 12 a.m. I’m am tired, having been half awake/half asleep with you since 3 a.m. this morning. Scratching my face, hitting my breasts, pulling my hair… The things I put up with to get you to sleep. But it is one of those nights when you are over-stimulated, over-active and over-tired. And I just want rest. So, right now, I have put you on the breast. Please let me sleep!!