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A Letter To My Past Self About Surviving An IUGR Baby Diagnosis

Dear Tom from exactly six months ago, You're currently sitting in the windowless, overly warm scanning room at St Thomas' Hospital, entirely oblivious to the fact that your life is about to tilt on its axis. The NHS sonographer has...

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My Coffee Disaster and the Wild Reality of Sixty-Year-Old Parenting

My feet were literally sticking to the linoleum. It's 6:12 AM on a Tuesday, I'm wearing Mark's faded college hoodie that smells permanently like old milk and vague regret, and Maya is aggressively trying to shove a plastic triceratops into...

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Dear Past Sarah: The Ugly Truth About Glass Baby Bottles

Dear Past Sarah. Yes, you. The one sitting on the kitchen floor at 2:14 AM on a random Tuesday exactly six months ago. You’re wearing that gray fleece robe where the zipper is permanently stuck halfway down. You’re drinking Folgers...

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How to Pick a Girl Baby Name When Everyone Has an Opinion

I was thirty-two weeks pregnant with my second, sweating through my maternity leggings at a baby shower I didn't even want to have, staring at a plate of lukewarm spinach dip while three different women cornered me about names. My...

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The clinical and emotional reality of dead babies in our world

Before I had my own kid, I thought I understood how the worst-case scenario worked. I used to sit in the pediatric ICU breakroom at three in the morning, drinking lukewarm coffee out of a styrofoam cup, charting the vital...

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When Your Baby Refuses to Flip (My Honest Breech Experience)

I was thirty-six weeks pregnant with my oldest when the ultrasound tech got real quiet, typed something furiously on her little keyboard, and excused herself to get the doctor. Cut to twenty minutes later in the H-E-B parking lot where...

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The "Be My Baby" Delusion: Surviving Your First Year Alive

I'm sitting on the edge of a creaky glider at 4:17 AM while my oldest, Wyatt, arches his back like a feral cat who just got dipped in cold water. I remember standing there in the dark, smelling vaguely of...

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Why a 5-Yard Baby Wrap Saved My Sanity (and My Etsy Shop)

I was standing in the middle of my living room, openly weeping, completely tangled in what felt like a parachute. My oldest, Wyatt—who's now five and still the reason I've a twitch in my left eye—was six weeks old and...

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Why Looking Up Ice Ice Baby Lyrics At 3 AM Changed My Parenting

It was 3:17 in the morning, and my oldest was screaming with the kind of red-faced, breathless stamina that makes you seriously question your life choices. I was sitting on a cheap, half-deflated yoga ball in our drafty Texas farmhouse,...

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