The 3 AM Club

Welcome to the 3 AM club, where coffee is a food group and sleep is a distant memory. Two weeks in with Theo and we’ve established a routine: he cries, we stumble to the kitchen, Sophie appears like a tiny pajama-clad fairy godmother ready to “help.”

The 3 AM Club

Sophie has appointed herself Chief Baby Whisperer and honestly? She’s better at this than Marcus and I combined. While we’re googling “is baby supposed to make that noise” at 2 AM, she’s calmly explaining to Theo that dinosaurs also had feeding schedules. Her logic is flawless.

Marcus keeps asking if I need him to take the night shift and I keep saying I’ve got it, but really we’re both just wandering around like beautiful zombies. The other day I put the coffee in the fridge and the milk in the cabinet. We’re all fine. Everything is fine. Who needs sleep anyway?

Theo’s finally sleeping in two-hour stretches which feels like winning the lottery. Sophie’s being the world’s best big sister between moments of asking if we can “return him to the baby store.” And I’m discovering that my body can apparently function on pure adrenaline and determination. We’re figuring it out, one feeding at a time.