Only the mad are in love with me they long for me between their medicines they long to bear children almost as much as they long for death. Almost as much as they long for death.
We'll watch over the child at midpoints and ship it to grandparents for peaks valleys and while we're waiting for new dosages to kick in.
The child will drink breast milk laced with serotonin reuptake inhibitor that way it won't cry so often that way it won't laugh so hysterically.
We'll crush the pills and mix them into applesauce oatmeal ice cream bribes.
When it is old enough we will sit down with it and tell it
why it sometimes longs for death.