Once, Noah cried for forty minutes and I felt panic rise as sharply as it had in the hospital.

I put him safely in the crib, stepped into the hallway, and called the pediatric nurse line to make sure there was nothing medically wrong.

After going through the symptoms, I followed their advice and checked on him again.

He settled as suddenly as he’d started.

I sat on the carpet, exhausted and proud that I had asked for help rather than blaming myself.

At a follow-up appointment, I told the therapist about it.