But to me, as I tried to lull my baby to sleep upstairs, it was chaos incarnate. Their squabbles over something so small could erupt into screaming matches that rattled the walls.
For a while, I did everything I could to tune them out.
I turned up the baby monitor to hear Tommy’s breathing, blasted white noise, even tried humming lullabies over the sound of their bickering.
But there are only so many times you can rock your baby back to sleep after being startled awake by voices that never seem to stop.

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