That 3AM Panic Search: How To Tell If The Babys All Right Now
The glow of my phone screen was the only light in the nursery, illuminating the half-eaten Hobnob I had abandoned on the nursing chair. It was 3:14 AM. Twin A (who we had quietly designated the Loud One) was making...
Hush Little Baby: A Letter to Exhausted Me About 3 AM Survival
Dear Jess from six months ago, You're currently standing in the hallway at 3:14 AM wearing a nursing bra that smells suspiciously like sour milk. You're bouncing rhythmically, staring at a chip in the baseboard, and desperately whispering the hush...
A Letter To Past Tom About Hanging Baby Mobiles
Dear Tom of six months ago. You're currently standing in your socks on a wobbly Ikea step stool at 2:13 AM. You have a plastic, battery-guzzling, brightly coloured spaceship contraption in one hand and a tiny screwdriver clamped between your...
The Complete Chaos of Baby Lyrics and What Actually Soothes Them
My mother-in-law cornered me in the hospital recovery room to insist I strictly sing classical raagas if I wanted a smart child. Twelve hours later, the night nurse doing my vitals told me to skip singing entirely and just use...
Googling Baby Come Back Lyrics at 3 AM: A Survival Guide
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the edge of the nursing glider in the dark. There's a fresh patch of spit-up on your left shoulder, slowly sinking into your shirt. You have one eye closed because...
When Do Babies Sleep Through the Night? The Brutal, Exhausting Truth
It was exactly 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. Maya was four months old, and I was sitting on a violently blue yoga ball in the middle of her nursery. I was wearing my husband Dave's old college sweatpantsβthe ones with...
When Do Babies Start Sleeping Through The Night? A Dad's Guide
It's 3:14 am on a Tuesday, and I'm currently having a heated internal debate about whether the shadow in the corner of the nursery is a pile of laundry or the ghost of my pre-parenting freedom. Twin A (the loud...
Sleep Training a Baby: A Letter to My Past, Severely Exhausted Self
Dear Marcus of six months ago, You're currently standing in the dark, swaying like a drunken sailor on a turbulent sea. You have an 18-pound weight draped over your left shoulder, and your right hand is frantically typing when to...
Surviving Our Real Boss Baby and Who Actually Voices The Movie
My mom told me that if I didn't establish dominance on day one, the baby would rule our house forever. The barista down the street confidently informed me that I need to surrender to his flow and let the infant...