Lydia turned six months last Wednesday. Six months! Hard to believe last general conference we were taking care of a newborn. Thinking back on that time, I regret that I didn't enjoy the first two months of her life as much as I should have. I loved her a lot but lack of sleep, her constant crying and need to be held pushed me to my limits. Laundry and dishes were piling up and I couldn't go anywhere without her screaming. I was stuck in the house all day with a helpless, very dependent baby. Sometimes I wondered how I would ever get through the seemingly endless days of diaper changing, feeding and bouncing till my arms would go numb. I felt the weight of knowing that I was responsible for this child. If I didn't get up in the night to feed her, she would go hungry. If I didn't figure out a way to stop her crying, she would keep crying. I shed many tears of hopelessness and frustration and felt so overwhelmed. Loren was my rock and I know I couldn't have made i...