Sleep Deprivation & Knowing The Cycle Will End

It was 2 a.m. when I first heard it—a soft whimper from the crib that quickly escalated into full-blown cries. I dragged myself out of bed, my body heavy with exhaustion, and tried every trick I knew to soothe my baby back to sleep. After what felt like an eternity of rocking and shushing, we finally settled back down, only for the cycle to begin again an hour later.

By morning, I was a zombie, fueled only by caffeine and sheer willpower. Getting ready for work felt like preparing for a marathon. I stumbled through the motions—diaper changes, breakfast, and a last-minute check of emails—all while my heart ached to stay home with my little one.

When I finally logged on, the fog in my brain made it hard to focus. I fumbled through meetings, struggling to keep my eyes open. Guilt tugged at me, too; I wondered how my baby was doing and if they were missing me.

As the day dragged on, I realized I had to find a way to cope. I took brief moments to breathe, asked for help when I needed it, and reminded myself that this sleepless phase wouldn’t last forever.

I survived the day, one tired minute at a time. Each sleepless night is a reminder of the love I have for my baby, even when exhaustion feels overwhelming. Together, we’ll get through this—one night, one day, and one cuddle at a time.

-Anonymous