Jenna had expected motherhood to be challenging—sleepless nights, endless feeding cycles, and the weight of caring for a newborn around the clock. But nothing had prepared her for how isolating it would feel, even with family living under the same roof.
From the moment she brought her baby boy home, her days blurred into an exhausting rhythm: feeding, burping, rocking, changing, repeating. Tasks around the house piled up. Dishes, laundry, clutter—each day brought more, and rest was scarce. Though she loved her child deeply, Jenna found herself operating on autopilot, barely holding it all together.
When her husband John said his mother would come stay to help, Jenna felt a flicker of hope. She imagined someone stepping in to share the load—helping with meals, tidying the house, maybe even holding the baby while she caught a nap.
But that’s not what happened.
Instead, the house grew busier—not with support, but with visitors. Her mother-in-law welcomed a steady stream of guests, filling the living room with chatter and coffee cups. Meanwhile, Jenna shuffled through the halls, sleep-deprived and hungry, trying to find a quiet moment to regroup. She was met not with offers of help, but with indifference.
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