The Reality of Putting Your Baby in Old Hand-Me-Downs
My mother handed me a cardboard box that smelled distinctly of mothballs and aggressive potpourri right after my twenty-week ultrasound. We were sitting at her kitchen table in the suburbs. She pushed the box across the laminate counter with the...
The Knitted Newborn Outfit Girl Disaster and What We Learned
Picture this: It’s 3:00 AM on our second night home from the hospital. Maya is screaming at a volume I didn't know a seven-pound human could physically generate. I'm sweating completely through my t-shirt. My wife Sarah is frantically typing...
The brutally honest guide to sorting out vetement bebe fille
I was standing in the dark holding a tiny, poop-covered denim jacket. It was week two of motherhood. Maya was screaming, I was crying, and I couldn't figure out how to unbutton three microscopic metal snaps while keeping her flailing...
That Time Stricken für Babys Made Me Cry Into My Cold Coffee
I was sitting on the floor of our living room in late November, wearing a pair of maternity leggings that had definitively given up on life around the thighs, surrounded by three balls of what the label aggressively called "ethereal...
The Truth About Knitting Baby Dresses (And Why I Still Do It)
It was 2019, Maya was exactly three weeks and two days old, and I was sitting on the floor of our extremely messy living room at 2 AM wearing sweatpants that smelled vaguely of sour milk. I had my lukewarm...
Surviving The 3 AM Swaddle Breakout And Other Newborn Nightmares
The radiator in our Chicago apartment was clanking like a dying engine, and it was three in the morning. My son had somehow managed to free his left arm from his wrap and was currently punching himself in the face...
What I Got Entirely Wrong About Dressing A Human In Baby Pants
There I was at three in the morning, holding a tiny pair of denim jeans with a functional metal zipper, trying to thread the flailing legs of a screaming three-week-old into them. It was my first month of motherhood. I...
Why The Baby Body Mit Kragen Saved My Sanity At Formal Events
I was standing in the aggressively marble-tiled bathroom of a ridiculously expensive chateau just outside Geneva, holding my screaming eight-month-old son at arm's length while my husband Dave frantically searched for baby wipes in a bag that only contained, for...
Why Your Plastic Baby Rattle Might Be A Terrible Idea
My mother-in-law brought over a solid silver shaker straight from a jeweler in Delhi. A woman in my mom group swore by a terrifying plastic monstrosity that flashed strobe lights and played generic techno beats. My doctor looked at both...