[ WP ] Your baby starts crying everytime you leave their room . Finally , you pick up your child and leave the room together . As soon as you step out , you hear crying coming from the room .

Motherhood was suiting for me, I thought. Ever since I was little and ever since my younger sisters were born, I've had this connection with them. I knew I wanted a baby, babies, and if I was n't wed and mothering a child by the age of 35, I would have done in-vitro fertilization. It was decided. 
 
 I met my husband of 4 years at the library, luckily, and I loved him with all my heart. It was bliss and I was off of birth control for a year when we finally were successful in conceiving. *This is what I was meant for*. 
 
 When it came time for birth, we were both shocked at the arrival of *two* babies instead of the one. How can they miss an entire baby? 
 
 Not like it mattered, seeing as though baby number two was still born. He was much smaller than baby number one, a glowing and healthy baby girl. I named the deceased baby boy Phillip after my grandfather. My daughter, I named her Summer; my favourite season. Alex and I were heartbroken that Phillip died, but were still excited over the birth of our ten-fingered and ten-toed Summer. We were in the hospital for a few days after the ordeal, learning to move on. When we finally arrived back home, everything felt better and like everything was right in the world. We had baby Phillip cremated and he now stayed on a high up shelf in a very pretty little ceramic carousel with horses and colourful decorations. A fancy urn, I felt. 
 
 Summer settled in and within a week we were a Rollercoaster family, going through the ways of new parenthood. She was a relatively calm infant and hardly cried at all within the first week 
 
 But then the crying started. 
 
 At first Alex would go take care of it since I needed to catch up on some sleep and frankly, I was feeling a little down. He'd coo her back to sleep and the crying would subside, then he'd return to me and we'd fall asleep. This was the routine for at least 4 nights. It never happened during the day. 
 
 Alex had to return to work and so I was at home, still recovering. Summer behaved like any infant did and I grew infatuated with her, I could n't leave her side. Alex called me and told me he would n't be home until 10pm, which was n't an inconvenience but I still wanted to go to bed before then. I got my baby down for the count at 8pm, but as soon as I crossed the door frame she'd start crying again. And I mean really crying. I could have sworn I heard two cries, but I figured it was the glasses of wine I had drank before hand. 
 
 I had just about enough of the crying at 9:30, not wanting to wait any longer for Alex to get home and risk an even more severe headache. I went into the room and picked Summer up, cradling her in my arms. She fell fast asleep and I did n't want to put her back down, so I slowly walked toward the door, mind set on cuddling my daughter in bed. As soon as I crossed the threshold, the crying started. I looked down at Summer, but she was asleep. Was it my mind playing tricks on me? 
 
 I shook my head and tried to snap myself out of it, but the wailing continued. It was not coming from Summer's mouth. That was when I ran. *We* ran. 
 
 The sound of my barefeet smacking the against the pavement echoed throughout the quiet neighborhood, all the cookie cutter houses whirling by as I ran towards the headlights of a car slowly approaching. 
 
 `` Oh thank God you have got to help me, there's someone- no, *something*- in my house!'' I said frantically as I walked over to the driver side door. It was Alex. 
 
 `` What? What's wrong?'' Alex asked as he got out of the car. 
 
 `` There was crying and and and I thought it was Summer but it was n't! Look, look, she's not crying but you can hear it at our house!'' I yelled. And just as loud as it had been, the crying got quieter. 
 
 `` I do n't hear anything Tilly,'' Alex replied. I shook my head, crying. `` Summer are you okay?'' Alex was worried. He felt my forehead and grabbed my baby from my arms, panic on his face. It was almost as if he thought I was the dangerous one. After that, the crying kept persisting. Summer slept soundly, while I cried. I lost so much sleep. 
 
 I decided to go to the doctors. They gave me sleeping medicine, only I could n't take it while I was home alone. Who would watch over Summer? 
 
 I went to a therapist and they described what I was going through as a sort of post-partum depression; except, with delusions and hallucinations. I was prescribed some sort of pill that *really* sucks the life out of me. 
 
 The crying still has n't stopped. 
 

