My Sister Had a Baby Shrimp: The Truth About Shellfish & Babies
When my toddler started solids, my mother-in-law confidently informed me that giving fish to an infant would permanently imbalance their internal body temperature. My neighbor warned me that even touching a raw prawn in my own kitchen would trigger anaphylaxis...
The Messy Reality of Being a Baby's Mom: Surviving Newborns
I was sitting on my bathroom floor at 2:14 AM with a broken breast pump in one hand and a half-eaten sleeve of stale saltines in the other, aggressively weeping because my golden retriever, Buster, looked at me wrong. My...
Why Your Pediatrician Is Skeptical About Baby Tongue Tie
You're sitting in the dark at three in the morning. Your infant is screaming, your nipples feel like they went through a meat grinder, and the algorithm has decided this is the perfect moment to serve you endless videos of...
My baby my baby: Sorting through the noise of the first year
The car ride home from the hospital is the longest thirty minutes of your life. Every pothole feels like a personal threat. Once you cross the threshold of your home, the reality sets in. On my first day back, my...
Dear past me: when your baby spitting up a lot feels like too much
You're sitting on the edge of the mattress at three in the morning. Your t-shirt smells like cheap parmesan cheese and regret. The baby is finally asleep on your chest, making those little wet breathing noises. You're wide awake because...
What Do Baby Bunnies Eat? A Texas Mom's Guide To Not Panicking
It was 10:43 on a Tuesday morning, I was knee-deep in packing tape trying to get my Etsy orders out before the mail carrier showed up, and my four-year-old son Tucker walked through the back door holding a dripping, muddy...
My 3 AM Diaper Rash Disaster: The Truth About Water Wipes Baby Care
It's 3:17 AM. My oldest son, Jacksonβwho's basically my walking, talking cautionary tale at this pointβis screaming so loud I'm pretty sure the cows in the pasture next door are waking up. I've got him pinned down on the changing...
The Tesla babies program and my 3am scrolling spiral
It was 3:42 am on a Tuesday, and I was pinned beneath Twin A, who was rhythmically exhaling sour milk vapour directly into my collarbone. The house was locked in that heavy, unnatural silence that only exists just before a...
Vetting Caregiver Platforms & Stopping the Sugar Baby Madness
It was exactly 10:14 PM on a Tuesday, which is already a deeply offensive time for me to be awake, let alone wearing hard pants. My husband Mark and I had just gotten back from our first actual "date night"...