She finally has two normal children to care for simultaneously, neither of whim she has managed to brain damage into silence yet.
Atlas seems like he's been chill af from the start. Between one chill baby who was a good sleeper and one brain damaged potato she starved almost to death until it stopped moving, Robyn was lulled into thinking she had this mama shit on lock.
That is when the fates, determined to continue the human population, send you a little deamon babby who hates: sleeping, baths, being held, not being held, eating, not eating, being changed, and literally everything else.