Finding humour in sleeplessness

Charlie is now four days old. We came home from the hospital yesterday.

I think it was yesterday. I haven’t slept in four days. I don’t really know what day it is.

Daytime is easy. Nighttime is harder. Last night my body shut down and refused to wake up. Apparently I’ve been sleep-talking.

Around 3AM Sara asked me for help burping the baby and I replied “No,” then a second or two later, “don’t put him on the wall”. No idea what I thought was happening.

I don’t know how Sara does it. She’s amazing.