I thought of The Guardian
’s "Man with a Pram
" series and its standard narrative arc of "Parenthood is a prison, but love for my baby sets me free." Or an article by this woman
, who described the “absolutely exhausting sleep deprivation that sends you totally insane, and the monotony, and the seemingly unending, repetitious feeding/changing/getting baby to sleep, and the realisation that your own needs are so far down the list, and the sadness and futility and depression that this is your life now.” Oh, and the writer continues: the “RAGE, HATE, and ANGUISH.” Another article assured me that, at some point in what was to come, I would want to throw my baby at the wall.