The Beautiful, Chaotic Reality of Having an IVF Baby in London
It was 10:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday in London, and I was carefully shuffling a half-eaten block of Cathedral City cheddar and some slightly sad-looking kale to make room for roughly four thousand quid's worth of hormonal injectables. That's...
The Real Cost of Saying Hello Baby: Surviving the First Weeks
I was standing in my kitchen at 3:17 AM wearing a stained nursing bra and my husband's old high school track shorts, violently bouncing my screaming oldest child while crying into a cold cup of chamomile tea. The dog was...
Dr Boss is My Baby Daddy: The Real Workplace Pregnancy Guide
My mother told me to buy oversized scrubs and pretend nothing was happening until my water broke on the linoleum. My charge nurse pulled me into a supply closet and said to demand light duty the second the second line...
Uncle Richard Is My Baby Daddy Dailymotion & Your Baby's Sleep
It's 2:14 in the morning. The house is dead quiet, except for the cicadas outside and the faint, tinny sound of a grown woman screaming "You lied to me!" coming from my iPhone speaker. I'm pinned under my youngest, who...
The brutal reality of raising a velcro baby and keeping your sanity
Listen. It was two in the afternoon on a Tuesday in mid-February. The Chicago wind was rattling the apartment windows, and I had needed to empty my bladder since ten that morning. Dev was asleep, heavily draped across my chest...
Who Is In The Oho Enthan Baby Cast? And Other Screen Time Realities
My mother-in-law swears that blasting Bollywood musicals while a baby sleeps builds character and deepens their REM cycle. The senior charge nurse from my pediatric rotation used to tell mothers that a single exposure to a glowing screen before age...
The Search Query That Completely Ruined My Tuesday Night
My thumbs were hovering over the search bar at 3:14 AM, the harsh glare of my smartphone illuminating the spit-up stain on my shoulder. I was just trying to buy clothes. Specifically, I wanted our 11-month-old son to look less...
Am I Really Having The Biggest Baby Ever Born? My Honest Take
There I was at 38 weeks pregnant, standing in line at the local H-E-B just praying my water wouldn't break near the seasonal aisle, when the cashier took one look at my belly and told me I needed to stop...
Why Badfinger Baby Blue Soundtracked My Postpartum Breakdown
The microwave clock in our kitchen glared a neon 3:14 AM, and my husband, bless his sweet but entirely useless heart in that specific moment, decided the absolute best way to get our screaming firstborn to sleep was by blasting...