(WineMag) - It’s 4 am on the fourth Sunday of my daughter Alba’s life, and mine as a new mother. As I feed her for what feels like the hundredth time that night, my free hand scrolls monotonously through Instagram.

An image of an empty bottle of aged Chambolle-Musigny whizzes by, replaced by a late-night snap of sommeliers seated around a well-known winemaker’s dining table. That picture is followed by several pastoral shots of vineyards from various corners of the wine world.

An unexpected sigh escapes my lips as I wonder whether I’ve inadvertently bid my “old” life in the wine industry adieu, replaced by one that couldn’t feel further from the images flooding my social media channels.

Two years later, Alba has tottered energetically into toddler-hood. While I’ve far from given up my career as a wine professional, I still grapple with the anxieties that emerged in those first sleep-deprived weeks of motherhood.