Christelle Leuvennink/E+/Getty ImagesI’m laying in bed and my arm is stretched out to the edge, gripped around the handle of my baby's car seat. It’s 4 AM. I’ve been up for over an hour, and it’s my third wake up of the night. After complete and total desperation to get him back to sleep, I resort to his car seat. The thoughts start to swirl: “this isn’t safe”; “I’m not well”; “someone please help me”; “I just need to sleep.” As I vigorously push him back and forth, I settle into my nightly ritual of convincing myself that if I can get a few hours of sleep I can make it through to the next day...

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