The 3 AM Baby Santana Search That Broke My Pediatric Nurse Brain
The drywall was physically vibrating at two in the morning. My fourteen-year-old niece was visiting from out of state, and she decided the middle of the night was the perfect time to blast trap music. My toddler, who was already...
A letter to myself about the baby maverick internet obsession
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're sitting in the dark right now with the glow of your phone lighting up the nursery wall. Your baby is asleep in the crib, breathing perfectly fine, but you're wide awake. The algorithm...
Baby I'm Yours: The Real Cost of Bringing Your First Home
I vividly remember sitting in the driver's seat of my beat-up Ford Escape in a sweltering South Texas Target parking lot, nine months pregnant with my oldest. The air conditioner was fighting for its life, and I was blasting my...
Reading a Baby Blues Comic Today Won't Save You From the Crash
It's 3:14 am. I'm standing in our freezing London kitchen, crying silently over a piece of cold toast. Not because the toast is particularly tragic, but because the kettle made a slightly aggressive hissing sound and the sheer audacity of...
Dear Past Priya: The Goldie Baby Method For Maternal Burnout
Dear Priya from exactly six months ago. You're currently sitting on the bath mat in our freezing Chicago apartment, staring at the crooked grout lines while your son screams on the other side of the door. The e baby monitor...
Why My Doctor Pushed The Tiny Pill During My First Pregnancy
It was a Tuesday afternoon in 2018, and I was sitting in the driver's seat of my Honda CR-V in a CVS parking lot, wearing a mustard yellow maternity sweater that made me look like a severely bruised banana, absolutely...
A letter to myself about surviving the loss of our baby angel
You're sitting on the bathroom floor holding a plastic wand with two pink lines, completely oblivious to the fact that in exactly twenty-two weeks, you'll be sitting on this exact same tile holding a cardboard memory box from the hospital....
The late-night angela baby search and other postpartum traps
Dear past Priya. You're sitting in the nursing chair right now at three in the morning. The glow of the screen is illuminating the dark circles under your eyes. You smell like sour milk and fenugreek. The baby is finally...
The Brutal, Beautiful Truth About the Always Be My Baby Phase
I'm standing at my kitchen island right now, staring at a mountain of laundry that smells vaguely like goat feed and sour milk. On the left side of the counter, I've got my four-year-old's mud-caked jeans that look like they...