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Pediatric nurse explains the reality of the myth versus postpartum

The Stork Baby Myth and the Brutal Reality of Postpartum

My mother-in-law walked into my Chicago apartment holding a massive stuffed white bird with a little cloth bundle in its beak. She placed it right next to the bassinet, beaming with that specific kind of grandmotherly pride. I just stared...

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A sliced sugar baby watermelon on a kitchen counter next to a messy baby

The Messy Truth About Feeding Sugar Baby Melons to Infants

I'm currently staring at my kitchen counter, which looks exactly like a crime scene. I've a paring knife in one hand, half of a tiny, bowling-ball-sized watermelon in the other, and sticky pink juice running all the way down to...

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Marcus holding an 11-month-old baby looking at an oak tree in a backyard.

My confusing search for a talented baby squirrel in Portland

My 11-month-old was actively attempting to ingest a handful of premium Portland moss when my phone vibrated in my pocket. We were doing our mandatory morning yard time, which mostly consists of me following him around like a poorly programmed...

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Mother talking to her infant on an organic play mat

Talk To Me Baby: Why We Need To Stop Sounding Like Tax Attorneys

I was at a coffee shop in Lincoln Park yesterday when I heard a mother next to me explaining the concept of municipal bonds to her three-month-old. She was using a flat, monotone, deeply serious voice. The infant was staring...

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Marcus looking stressed at a pharmacy aisle holding pregnancy safe ginger drops.

Why the thalidomide baby tragedy still dictates pregnancy rules

I was standing in aisle four of a aggressively crunchy Portland natural grocery store, holding a box of German herbal nausea pills that smelled like dirt and black licorice. Sarah was eight weeks pregnant. For the last seventy-two hours, she...

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Tired mom drinking coffee in a dark nursery while baby sleeps

The 45-Minute Fakeout: Surviving The Twilight Sleep Phase

It was 7:42 PM on a Tuesday. I know this because the microwave clock was glaring at me in neon green, mocking the mug of coffee I had reheated four times since noon and still hadn't taken a single sip...

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A cardboard box full of discarded stuffed animals sitting next to a wooden play gym.

The Truth About Unique Baby Gifts From A Mom Who Kept The Receipts

I'm currently standing in my garage sweating through my favorite oversized t-shirt, aggressively trying to shove a five-foot-tall plush giraffe into a cardboard donation box while my toddler throws stale Cheerios at the dog. My oldest, bless her heart, was...

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Thoughts on the Lana Rhoades baby privacy choices and sharenting

What The Lana Rhoades Baby Drama Taught Me About Online Privacy

I was sitting on the cold hexagon tiles of my downstairs bathroom at 2:14 AM, the blue light of my phone illuminating a weird stain on my sweatpants that I was aggressively pretending was just yogurt. Leo was four months...

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A tired dad holding a tiny baby onesie and a pair of scissors in a dark room.

Taking Parenting Advice From A Kardashian (And Why It Actually Worked)

It was exactly 3:14 AM, the digital clock on the humidifier was burning red into my retinas, and I was sitting cross-legged on the nursery floor holding a pair of heavy-duty kitchen shears. The baby was doing that terrifying, silent...

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