Team no sleep

Before Lela was born, people would tell us that we won't sleep when we have the baby.

The war on sleep would take no prisoners.

They were right.

The day she was born, all we wanted to do was look at her and interact with her and photograph her every move. Sleep seemed like a waste of time when you've got a beautiful new baby to look at.

It's now 2am the next day, still less than 24 hours since her birth.

We haven't slept.

Well, we actually have slept. But it's for a short amount of time while you wait for the next crysplosion.

You lie in bed with your ears fixed on the baby. The moment you hear a noise, you hop from the bed and sprint to the crib.

Momma needs to sleep. If I'm fast enough, I can defuse the crybomb and momma won't wake up.

I was never fast enough. The fuse was lit and the tears cascaded from her eyes like bombs falling from the sky.

The enemy in this war was sleep.

Sleep never had a chance.