Chapter 38. Depressed.

Mira's POV

It's been two weeks since I had my son Ethan, and I can only say that my son and I aren't really what anyone could call mother and child. It hurts and frustrates me, knowing that the more I try, the more useless my efforts become.  "Why, why wouldn't he stop crying. Am his mother aren't I?" Tonight, I had broken down in Ethan's room. 

I had woken up in the middle of the night after hearing my child cry, he hardly cries cause he's a tough child, but it seems like something must have disturbed him, so dressed in my nightgown I went to his room. There, I found Martha trying to put him to sleep, but Ethan was far from sleeping. 

"Give him here, I'll carry him." I told her, I wanted to carry him myself. It was the first time I was going to hold him since his birth. For some reason