01/03/2026
I don’t think I realised how much long-term sleep deprivation would affect me. Not the newborn phase, because you expect that and you’re kind of running on adrenaline anyway, but the months after, when life is technically “back to normal” but you haven’t actually slept through the night in almost a year.
It’s not even just being tired. It feels like my nervous system is always slightly on edge because I never quite reach the bottom of rest before the day starts again.
I stopped drinking coffee years ago because I noticed it was making it worse. I love coffee, but it started making me feel wired and fragile at the same time, like my brain was moving faster than my body could keep up with, and with the lack of sleep already, I knew that it would just tip me right over. (It made me a snappy person before becoming a mom so I would hate to think what it would do to me now 🫠)
So naturally I hopped on the matcha train. It became something I looked forward to, but not in a productivity way. More in a “this makes me feel like myself again for five minutes” way.
I started by taking a walk to my local coffee shop, which was a beautiful ritual when the early days just felt too much. I’d pop bub in the front pack and she’d have a little nap while I got myself a little treat. And then they started charging $10 for an iced matcha and sorry not sorry, I’m not paying that 🙃
So now I’ve done the responsible thing and I’m making it at home. I lowkey love the process of making it, the quiet, the feeling of doing something slowly before the day properly begins. It’s the one part of my morning that’s just for me that I have between daycare drop offs and starting work.
It hasn’t fixed the sleep deprivation, obviously. I’m still tired most days. But it feels like one small way of taking care of my nervous system instead of pushing through it.