There's a reason sleep deprivation is used as torture. Not getting enough sleep can impact your health, ability to function, and, in my case, mental health. Each time I have a baby, I seem to forget how hard the first few weeks were the last time. I didn't get close to enough sleep and what little I did get, was fraught with bad dreams and waking up every time the baby made a sound. There have been plenty of new mom moments where I honestly thought I was dying, but really, this new mom just needed some sleep. Seriously.
The first night after your baby arrives everything seems OK. So peaceful, in fact, that you are literally lulled into believing that the stories you have heard about new parenthood are lies meant to scare you. Then comes the second night, and the baby needs you to hold them or feed them at all times and you find yourself becoming a human pacifier or walking a rut in the floor across the room and back. You might manage to convince yourself that you'll actually be able to "sleep when the baby sleeps" the next day, or some other lie someone has told you. See also: "you should co-sleep to get more sleep" and "if you give her a bottle, she'll sleep through the night." All lies.
So, what now? You are only a few days into this motherhood gig and already are 17 hours behind on sleep. Or is it 20? After all, you've completely lost count. What happens when sleep deprivation catches up with you? A. Hilarity, B. Delirium, C. Death, or D. All of the above?