When Pumping Hardware And Hospital Photoshoots Suddenly Collide
The machine strapped to my wifeβs chest sounded exactly like a PlayStation 4 struggling to render a massive game file. It was a rhythmic, mechanical grinding noise that echoed off the sterile walls of our postpartum recovery room. We were...
Dear Past Me: Just Buy the Damn Baby Shusher and Go to Sleep
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago, It's 2:14 AM in your sisterβs guest bedroom. You're wearing Dave's oversized Villanova hoodie that has a suspicious hardened crust on the left sleeve, and you're literally lightheaded from blowing air out of...
Real Baby Rash Types With Pictures So You Can Stop Panicking
It was 2:14 AM and I was sitting on the edge of the nursery glider in Daveβs stained Villanova hoodie, completely paralyzed by fear, holding my iPhone flashlight about a quarter-inch from my three-week-old sonβs cheek. Leo was fast asleep,...
A dad's honest survival guide to baby poop colors and nappies
My mother-in-law told me mustard yellow means they're digesting their milk perfectly. The NCT instructor casually mentioned that anything even slightly green requires immediate, intensive medical intervention. And a bloke at our local pubβwho freely admitted he hasn't held a...
The Honest Truth About Baby Poop (And What Is Actually Normal)
I was holding a flashlight between my teeth at 3:15 AM, trying to angle my phone camera just perfectly so I didn't get a glare off the shiny puddle of what looked like alien slime in my oldest son's diaper....
Baby Pips & Blowouts: The Honest Newborn Prep Letter I Needed
I'm sitting on the icy tile of our tiny upstairs bathroom. It's 3:17 AM. I know the exact time because the harsh blue light of my phone is the only thing illuminating the dark, and I'm wearing my husband Dave's...
Decoding Your Infant's Pink Fingernails (And Surviving Trim Time)
I was sitting on the floor of my nursery at 3:00 AM with my oldest son, Jackson, sweating right through my maternity pajamas and holding a pair of baby clippers like I was trying to defuse a bomb. He was...
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...
Letter to My Past Self About the Best Baby Car Seats
You're currently sitting in the driver's seat of the Subaru, staring at the rain pounding the windshield while Sarah is upstairs in the triage unit. You're drumming your fingers on the steering wheel, running through mental checklists, feeling a smug...