Before Little Z came along I’d never been much of a caffeine worshipper. I’d gladly take a glass of water over coffee and whilst I like tea, I only ever used to have one at breakfast and that’s it.
Then a newborn baby came along and I quickly discovered he liked to sleep all day and party all night. He was like a little bundle of night owl energy.
Bam!! Awake!! Every 2 hours!! Feeding then coo-ing and wanting to make happy baby noises no matter the time. Sleep was deemed boring and if he wasn’t sleeping then neither were we. The OH went off to work most days sporting the zombie look and our theory on him getting a train seat most days was that he probably looked quite scary to the human public who had had sleep.
Meanwhile I sported the zombie look indoors and at baby massage classes. How the hell were these other mums so alert and so bright tailed and bushy eyed? I barely made it through the door on time, my body already aching from yet another all-nighter.
This is when I succumbed to the magic of caffeine. A few cups kept me going through the day and gave me enough energy to last till about 6pm when I’d literally hover around the front door in time for OH to come home. It was like sheer relief when he walked in. Simply because, in those early extremely overwhelming weeks, it was another adult going through it all too.
“I’m SO TIIIIRED!!” was usually included in most of my conversations. Followed by a lot of self doubt as a new mum and genuine concern about whether Little Z would EVER sleep.
He did do. Eventually. It took about 18 months but he did!