Stop Crying Over Baby Weight: A Letter to My Sleep-Deprived Self
Dear Jess from six months ago, I see you. You're standing barefoot in the master bathroom at 3 AM. You're completely naked, holding a screaming, naked infant. You step on the cold digital scale, squinting in the dark to read...
Why Every Baby to Kid Meme Feels Like a Literal Personal Attack
I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub at 11:14 PM last night, staring blankly at the bathroom tiles while my three-year-old staged a sit-in protest on the bath mat because the water I used to wash his hair...
How To Choose A Baby Shower Guest Outfit Without Overthinking
I'm currently sitting on my bedroom floor, staring at a mountain of clean laundry that I refuse to fold, trying to figure out what on earth to wear to my cousin's baby shower this weekend. Iβve got a hot pink...
Dear Past Sarah: Devil Man Cry Baby Is Definitely Not For Kids
Dear Sarah from last October. You're currently sitting on the floor of the downstairs bathroom because itβs the only room with a lock that the kids haven't figured out how to pick with a paperclip yet. You have a lukewarm...
Did Kat Timpf Have Her Baby? A Brutally Honest Look At Her Birth
Listen, the biggest lie we tell pregnant women is that if you just buy the right organic nipple butter and write a color-coded birth plan, you'll glide into motherhood on a cloud of oxytocin. I used to stand in the...
What I Wish I Knew Before Obsessing Over Popular Baby Names 2024
It was 2017, a Tuesday, and I was sweating through a heather-gray maternity tunic at a crowded Starbucks on 4th Street, desperately trying to ignore the fact that my compression leggings were actively cutting off circulation to my thighs. My...
The hospital whiteboard standoff over popular baby names
Squeak, squeak, squeak. That was the sound of my former coworker, a night charge nurse named Sarah, tapping a dry erase marker against the whiteboard in Room 4 at Northwestern Memorial. I was twenty-eight hours postpartum. I was leaking from...
A Late-Night Letter to Myself Before Baby Number Three Arrives
I see you sitting there in the dark. It's 2:14 AM, your giant eight-months-pregnant belly is hopelessly wedged into the armrests of the nursery glider, and the blue light from your phone screen is illuminating the tired bags under your...
Nuclear Bomb vs Coughing Baby: A Late Night Letter to Myself
Dear Jess from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the cold, cheap linoleum of the master bathroom with the shower running on full-blast hot, peeling the beige wallpaper right off the drywall while you rock a sweaty, angry six-month-old...