Between feedings every 3 hours, and 12 diapers changes a day, I was exhausted. That was just the first month. With such a small baby, there wasn’t much contact with the outside world. Our house was pretty active as I still lived home with my mom and four siblings. Kasen being the first grandchild, everyone was excited. He was the first baby in the house in sixteen years. It was the ideal life of family support, yet I was still trying to balance my days as a new mother with the demands of being a college student. I was like a car, running on fumes. As three months approached and milestones such as teething and rolling over began to surface, He still preferred nighttime conversation and day time naps. Honestly, I didn't know if the baby had his days and nights mixed up or if I had just became accustomed to life becoming one big long day. It was as if there was no way of telling where one day ended and another began. Those moments that use to be marked by rest filled pauses of unconsciousness, accented with the tranquility of peace and quiet. This road-runner lifestyle was only compounded marking the passing of time through the messy joys of Kasen learning to eat solids, being diagnosed with reflux, contracting 4 colds,3 ear infections, learning to sit-up and throwing