[ 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 .

When people tell you that being a mom is one of the hardest jobs that there is, you really do n't understand until actually becoming a mother yourself. It was hard for me to wrap my head around what they meant when they heeded the warning to me. I did n't realize that it meant sacrificing not just my body through rigorous labor, and then providing nourishment for my child. It meant the sleepless nights, the puking, the diaper changes, the constant crying of my child. No one could have prepared me for this. 
 
 I felt like sleep was just a mere illusion of my imagination anymore. It had probably been weeks of accumulated sleepless nights strung together. To say that I was exhausted does n't appropriately describe how I really feel right now. Just when I think that placing my child down for his own time for sleep, every time I would walk out of the room, settle down to take a nap of my own, I would awake with a jolt to his cries. It seemed like this was happening off and on for almost an hour, no matter what I did, whenever I would settle down he would start crying once again. Feeding, changing, placing him in different sleeping positions, putting the fan off and on, putting music off and on... nothing was working. 
 
 `` Jude.'' I picked him up into my arms and placed him on my hip, I bounced for a moment as he tucked his head between my breast and my arm. His cheeks resting on my skin that was revealed by the tank top I was wearing. I rubbed his back gently with my free hand as I carried him out of his bedroom, I closed the door behind me, and I walked down the hallway of the second floor of my home. 
 
 My heart fell to my stomach when I heard it, my heart elevating faster as I held my four week old child in my arms, yet I could hear his crying from his bedroom that we just left. I turned around to look at the door that was a few feet away from me, and I quickly opened the door to look inside the room. It was empty. Everything was just how I had left it, nothing was out of place, and the crying stopped instantly too. I shook my head, I was hearing things now... all this lack of sleep was finally driving me to insanity. I walked around the room with Jude in my arms, the soft breathing of him making me calm down to think that what I was thinking was true. 
 
 I closed the door behind me, and made it halfway down the hall when I heard it again. I watched the door horrified as my Jude's screams pierced through the walls. I ran into the room, and they stopped immediately as I entered. I frantically examined the room again, Jude stirring in my arms, his whines causing me to slow my movements. This time I ran with him toward the kitchen, his screams from his bedroom filling the house as I grab his diaper bag. My heart pounds almost into my ears as I run toward the front door, Jude and the baby bag in my arms. 
 
 I run right into my husband, the diaper bag falling to the floor and spilling onto the front porch. I have tears streaming down my face as I hold onto Jude and stare at him horrified. 
 
 `` Jane, honey, what is going on?'' He asks me, looking concerned. 
 
 `` Paul.'' I start sobbing. `` The crying, it wo n't stop... every time I leave the room... it wo n't stop... Jude and I-'' 
 
 I look down to my arms, and it is n't Jude I am holding... it's his teddy bear that he sleeps with every night since we brought him home from the hospital...
