💔 When I Felt Like I Failed as a Mom

I sucked. There’s no poetic way to say it.

My son has been crying on and off for two days straight. It feels like the soundtrack of my life lately is just wailing—with the occasional silence at bedtime, which I guess is my only lucky break. I was lucky my husband was home today and took over most of the baby duties, because honestly? I couldn’t do it.

My wrist is screaming. My back feels like it’s one sneeze away from total collapse. I even throw up. And emotionally? I’m tapped out. I cried and then just started at nothing. I was so frustrated I even yelled at the dogs—for doing nothing but wanting to be near me. That’s how thin my patience was today.

I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I felt like a failure. Like I wasn’t enough. Like I couldn’t show up the way my son needed me to. And that guilt? It’s brutal.

But here’s the thing I’m trying to remind myself: this doesn’t make me a bad mom. It makes me a human one.

Some days are just too much. The crying, the pain, the noise, the pressure—it piles up until you break a little. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe breaking a little is part of surviving this season.

So if you’re reading this and you’ve had a day like mine—where you felt like you couldn’t do it, where you snapped, where you cried in the bathroom just to get a minute alone—I see you. You’re not alone. You’re not failing. You’re just in the thick of it.

And tomorrow? We try again.