Not the sleep. Fine, yes, I knew about the sleep. I did not know I'd be functioning on four hours and somehow still finding the energy to watch my 47th TikTok about whether I'm holding my baby wrong.
Someone should hand you a leaflet at the hospital. Not about feeding schedules. About the internet. Specifically: how to avoid disappearing into it at 2am and emerging forty-five minutes later feeling worse, more confused, and somehow subscribed to three people selling baby courses you definitely can't afford.
Every time I go looking for a straight answer I end up with 14 tabs open, three conflicting opinions, an influencer whose baby sleeps 12 hours and eats organic everything (she's very humble about it), and someone trying to get me into their Patreon. Google says everything is normal. Instagram says everything could be better. My brain, which has the current processing power of a slightly damp flannel, cannot work out who to believe.
I just want somewhere I can ask a genuine question and get a genuine answer. No agenda. No followers to gain. No algorithm deciding I need a £200 white noise machine.
Has anyone actually found that corner of the internet? Or is it just... this? (Which, to be clear, Mumsnet has saved me more than once. You lot are the only reason I know what a wonder week is and also that I am not, in fact, broken.)