The 3AM Truth

It’s 3:17am and I’m sitting in my kitchen typing this with one hand while Sophie nurses.

The 3AM Truth

Marcus woke up to find me like this and insisted on documenting the moment, because apparently even my exhausted mom look is “blog-worthy.” Sweet man.

They don’t tell you about this part in the baby books. They show you the dreamy nursery photos and the peaceful sleeping baby shots, but nobody mentions that you’ll become a one-handed typing ninja.

The art of one-handed typing

Or that you’ll have entire conversations with a two-month-old at ungodly hours. “Sophie, do you think this paragraph flows well?” She just stares at me with those big eyes like she’s considering it.

The funny thing is, even when I’m exhausted beyond belief, even when my back aches from hunching over this laptop, I wouldn’t trade these quiet moments for anything.

This is motherhood

There’s something magical about being the only two people awake in the world, just us and the soft kitchen light. She’s already asleep again, but I’m wide awake now, so naturally I’m using this time to overshare on the internet.

5am productivity

This is motherhood, I guess. Beautiful and messy and completely different from anything I imagined. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to attempt to transfer a sleeping baby to her crib without waking her. Wish me luck.