I’ve been here before. I recognise this place from the first time. I’d forgotten about it, and wiped it from my memory. Perhaps that’s what all mothers do. It’s a place I’ve called The Haze.
What is it? It’s that sleep-deprived blurry land that becomes your life after you have a child. It’s that space filled with all the things that are most wonderful in this world – love, cuddles, a new baby – but it’s all a bit fuzzy around the edges. The light isn’t quite right, there are shadows where there shouldn’t be, and things wobble that aren’t meant to.