This is going to sound so weird. But I honestly think I have some kind of PTSD. Maisy is an absolute nightmare to get to sleep and I have spent HOURS getting her to sleep 3+ times a day. The one day I counted 7 hours of fighting her.
Now every-time I go in her room even if it’s just to clean or put away laundry I feel like I’m on the verge of a panic attack.
Anyone experience something like this?