Two words.
Sleep deprivation.
One word.
Torture.
As a new parent, a lesson you learn on night one of being a parent is that there is no difference between those two terms. However, you don’t really consider the lack of sleep as torture. You’re just so amazed that you grew a baby. You’re just so amazed that they have eyelashes and fingernails. You’re so high on love that their cry for you at midnight, two, four, six is just so magical.
Then the love drug wears off and you realise what everyone warned you about.
To be honest, and please don’t hate me, I don’t have much to complain about. Actually, I didn’t, but I will get to that in a second.
You see, I got what they call a “sleeping kind”. You know, the kind of baby that loves their sleep. The kind of baby that just couldn’t wait to go to sleep and just wanted to be asleep. The only thing that kept my daughter from sleep was milk. After a feed, really was there any reason to be awake?