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What the King Harris Baby Drama Taught Me About Surviving Newborns
Dear Jess from six months ago. I know exactly where you're right now, and I'm just gonna be real with you—you need to put the phone down. You're sitting on the very edge of the rocking chair in the nursery,...
What the Katrina babies taught me about parenting in a crisis
It was a wet Tuesday afternoon in November when the kitchen ceiling began to ominously bow, creating a distended, watery underbelly right above the toaster. A pipe had burst somewhere in the floorboards above, and as I desperately tried to...
Kat Timpf's Birth Story Proves We Can't Control Everything
I was sitting on the floor of our Portland apartment, watching my 11-month-old systematically try to dismantle the baseboards with his two bottom teeth, when I decided to permanently delete the color-coded Notion database I had built for his birth....
Why the Kali Uchis Baby Approach Actually Works for Normal Moms
There I was, wedged between the humming dryer and a towering basket of unfolded towels at 2:32 AM, bouncing a highly agitated four-month-old on my hip while desperately scrolling my phone with my thumb just to stay awake. Out here...
Justin Bieber’s Go Baby Lyrics Secretly Nailed Postpartum Life
There's this massive, steaming lie we all just collectively buy into with pop culture and parenthood. We assume that pop stars writing songs about devotion and holding someone through the night are just penning romantic fluff from inside an air-conditioned...
Josh and Aubree Jones Named Their Baby Disney (And I Get It)
Dear past Tom You're currently sitting on the bathroom floor at 3:14 AM, using a cold, damp flannel to wipe what you fervently hope is pureed parsnip off your left shoulder. Beatrice (the twin who currently believes she's a domesticated...
Surviving The Dust Cloud: Johnson's Baby Powder & Nappy Rash
It’s 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. The heating in our London flat is making that ominous clanking sound that usually precedes a massive repair bill, and Florence (Twin A, currently the undisputed heavyweight champion of dramatic screaming) has decided her...
The Truth About Johnson's Baby Lotion and Millennial Guilt
I was standing in the infant care aisle of Target at 9:43 PM on a random Tuesday, eight months pregnant with Maya, wearing my husband Dave’s horribly stained college sweatpants, and having a low-grade panic attack while staring at a...
A letter to myself about Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo
Dear Tom of exactly six months ago, You're currently standing in the baby aisle of the High Street Kensington Boots, staring blankly at a wall of brightly coloured plastic bottles, sweating profusely into your jumper. You have a pram the...