Surviving the Newborn Night Shift

The three things that are helping me retain my sanity (just about)

I’m writing the beginning of this issue sat on the sofa, in the wake of yet another night with a newborn. She’s currently lying on top of me, having been asleep for about an hour and a half. Her beatific expression is hard to look away from—if I could bottle and sell the peace and contentment in her face, I’d be a rich man.

Yet there’s a part of myself s…