In the cold, hard night, it’s easy to feel like you’re the only one.
When the world is so quiet you can hear the stars talk, the isolation can be suffocating.
But here’s the thing …
The night shift is like a secret society for mums. When it’s dark and eerie and you’re sitting up with your babe, just stop. Be still. Listen. Listen harder … can you hear us? The rest of us, sitting up in silence, listening out for you? Welcome to the club, lady.
You can’t see, but we’re here. Some of us are falling asleep while feeding in bed; some of us are scrolling on our phones, trying to stay awake; some of us are hunched over cots, patting bottoms and shush-shush-shushing with increasing levels of aggression and trying to remind ourselves that we don’t hate the baby. Some of us are losing our mother-loving minds.
But we are all here, right alongside you, looking at that same night sky, wishing someone else knew how we felt.
All of us are doing the thankless night shift, and, like you, we’ll be back up again in the morning for the day shift. Because we are mums. And mums DO.
Welcome to the club.