The Scary Truth: What Is RSV In Babies (And How We Survived)
It was 2:14 in the morning, and I was staring at my four-month-old daughter's ribcage in the glow of a turtle-shaped nightlight, convinced I was losing my mind. Maya is seven now, but I still get full-body hives when I...
When to Take a Baby With RSV to the Hospital: A Nurse's Guide
I usually sit in the dark next to the crib at 2 AM, listening to my toddler breathe like a congested pug, and think about all the terrified first-time parents I used to triage. Back when I wore scrubs instead...
What I Wish I Knew About Using Pedialyte for Baby Stomach Bugs
It was 2:14 in the morning and I was standing in the middle of the nursery covered in what used to be breastmilk and cherry-flavored fluid, wondering if I needed to call an ambulance or just burn the rug. My...
Dear Jess: The Honest Truth About That Terrifying Midnight Cough
Dear Jess from six months ago, You're currently sitting on the cold linoleum of the guest bathroom at 2:14 AM, the hot shower is running full blast to make a makeshift steam room, and Leo is making a sound that...
The 3 AM Panic: My Completely Honest Truth About Baby Cough Syrup
I was standing in my kitchen at 2:14 AM wearing a pair of sweatpants with a bleach stain on the thigh, holding my oldest son who was barking like a literal harbor seal. My Etsy shop had twenty open orders...
The 3AM Kitchen Panic: Surviving the Baby Motrin Maths Test
There's a highly specific, deeply stressful kind of maths you only ever do at 3:17 in the morning, standing barefoot on a cold kitchen tile while a tiny, feverish human wails from the nursery. I usually have a sticky bottle...
The 3 AM Snot Exorcism: A Guide To Your Baby Nose Sucker
It's 3:14 AM. I'm sitting on the edge of the nursery glider, wearing a nursing bra that definitely smells like sour milk and my husband Dave's faded Pearl Jam t-shirt. My four-month-old, Leo, is making a sound that I can...
The Midnight Panic Search for Chest Rubs When Your Baby is Sick
There I was at two in the morning, holding a six-month-old who sounded like a broken coffee percolator, aggressively jabbing at my phone screen with one free thumb because the toddler had just sneezed directly into the baby's open mouth...