Sleep deprivation is a method of torture. There is a reason for that.
Ask parents of a newborn.
On a good day there isn’t colic to complicate matters. On a good day the baby doesn’t practice teething skills on your nipple. On a good day you aren’t scared of your baby waking up.
They coo, gurgle and smile. They let you cuddle them and kiss their tiny feet. They don’t wake up during 3 am diaper changes. They fart freely and delightfully. They don’t horrify the living hell out of you by appearing to choke on milk. They sleep off after just five minutes of rocking to and fro. They let you off for enough time to have a shower and read a few pages of a book. They feed without fuss during night time. On a good day your love for her negates all the ‘fear of missing out’ in career and life in general.
I had just one good day in two and half months that ticked off all the boxes.
But she is a happy baby. She is healthy. And lights up our world. And that makes me survive from one day to another.