Rosemarys Baby Skincare: Herb Safety And Motherhood Anxiety
Listen, my living room smelled like eucalyptus and deep regret. I was staring at a dark green glass dropper bottle at two in the morning, holding my four-month-old son who was currently covered in a bright red, furious rash. The...
Letter to Past Me: That Sorry Baby Movie Is Definitely Not A Comedy
Dear Jess from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the faded living room rug in your yoga pants, elbow-deep in a mountain of mismatched toddler socks, staring blindly at the streaming menu. Your oldest is trying to feed his...
The Reality of Raising a Baby Koala: How to Survive the Cling
It's currently two o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon, and I'm trying to pack three customized initial sweatshirts for my Etsy shop using exactly one hand, because my youngest, Leo, is currently attached to my torso like a damp, heavy little...
What the Baby Emmanuel News Actually Taught Me About Motherhood
I was wearing my husband's stained college sweatshirt, the one with the frayed cuffs that permanently smells like sour milk, sitting on the cold hexagonal tiles of our guest bathroom at 3:14 AM while Leo screamed in the next room....
To Past Me: Losing Sleep Over That 7 Month Old Baby Kidnapped Update
You're sitting in the rocker right now, the wood creaking on that one lopsided floorboard in the nursery, clutching a cold cup of coffee from yesterday while the baby finally sleeps on your chest. The glowing screen of your phone...
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The Greasy, Panicked Truth About Infants and Bone Marrow
It was 6:45 in the morning and my kitchen smelled like a steakhouse that had just caught fire. I was standing over my stove in a nursing bra that hadn't seen the inside of a washing machine since Tuesday, staring...
Is Erika Kirk Expecting a Baby? The AI Rumours I Totally Believed
I was attempting to chisel a cement-like layer of yesterday's Weetabix off the highchair tray at 6:14 AM when the notification slid across my phone screen. Twin A was systematically dismantling the dog's bed, and Twin B was crying because...
The Naomi Osaka Baby Era and the Absolute Reality of Motherhood
I was sitting in the dark at three in the morning with a breast pump attached to my chest sounding like a dying asthmatic tractor. My phone screen was the only light in the room, and I was reading an...
The Complete Chaos of Baby Lyrics and What Actually Soothes Them
My mother-in-law cornered me in the hospital recovery room to insist I strictly sing classical raagas if I wanted a smart child. Twelve hours later, the night nurse doing my vitals told me to skip singing entirely and just use...