I’ve been awake since 2006.

There was a glorious night of sleep back in 2012 months before I got pregnant with my daughter. It was a Tuesday. I call it Magic Night, and I’ve forever captured that evening in a sensitive tribute that I hope modern-day troubadour Josh Groban will record.

Every other night, though, has involved aches, kicking babies, kicking toddlers, illness, worry, a random bout of indigestion here and there, nightmares, plans, work, catching up, getting ahead, falling behind, and snoring.

I love all those sweet baby product commercials that portray middle-of-the-night cuddles, soft lighting, precious sighs, gentle touches. This is almost the same thing as those times I get not a few droplets of fluid coughed directly from a child’s lungs into my face holes. So sweet.

I’d love to say that these are the sacred moments I’ll remember, cherish, and fondly look back on…

But I’m not going to remember much. I’ve been awake since 2006.