I am having a rough night. Evenings have always been a rush for us. The boys feel like they they need to eat as soon as we get home. Then we play for a little bit, RJ's g-tube feed, sometimes a bath, RJ's shot, potty breaks, jammies and bed. I can't help but feel like Molly thinks she's been abandoned. For 12 weeks she and I were connected at the hip. I hadn't left her for more than an hour at at time and now, she wakes up at 7 am, gets put in her bouncy seat while I get RJ ready for school and on the bus and then MJ dressed and fed. I get her changed and off to daycare with MJ. I pick them up around 5 pm, have to do the above routine for the boys and she goes to bed at 7 pm. I don't feel like there is enough of me right now and it makes my heart hurt.