The next morning, I wake to the loud screams of my nephew. What s wrong with him? I ask. This scream is different than the other cries he s made in the couple of days we ve had him.
I have no idea, Banner answers. She s frazzled as I look over at her. He s been screaming like this for over an hour. You must have been sleeping like the dead for him to have just now woken you up. She s near tears.
Rubbing my hands vigorously over my face, I try and push away the remnants of sleep. Gripping the arms of the chair I sit in, I hoist myself up and walk over to them, grabbing Jacob out of her arms.
Did you feed him?
She blows out a frustrated breath, wiping the tears that have spilled at the corner of her eyes. Fed him, changed him, rocked him, and now I ve been walking the floors with
