That 3am cough, the sticky spoon, and the great honey panic
It was 3:14 in the morning, rain was battering the living room windows of our London flat, and Twin A was barking like a chain-smoking seal. Twin B, not to be outdone by her sister's theatrics, had started a sort...
Raising Baby Chickens: A Reality Check Letter To My Past Self
There's a cardboard box vibrating in the passenger seat of my minivan, and it smells faintly of wood shavings and poor life choices. Itβs early March, raining sideways here in rural Texas, and I'm staring at the steering wheel while...
The babies only survival guide for the newborn trenches
Listen. You're standing in the hospital parking lot, staring at a seven-pound human strapped into a car seat that looks like a NASA prototype, and you're realizing the discharge nurse actually let you leave. They just wheeled you out and...
The parking lot panic and the truth about keeping kids safe
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're sitting in the back of your Honda CR-V in the Target parking lot on Elston Avenue. The doors are locked. The engine is running. You're sweating through your grey scrub top. You just...
Dear past Priya: Your flat head baby is going to be just fine
You're sitting on the bathroom tiles at 2 AM. You've just zoomed in on the Nanit monitor until the pixels blurred into a gray soup, staring intensely at the back of your son's skull. One side looks distinctly like a...
I Survived the Buybuy Baby Relaunch (And My Wife's Registry List)
I was sitting in the driver's seat of my Honda Civic last Tuesday, blinking stupidly at a massive blue and white sign in a New Jersey strip mall, completely convinced I had slipped into an alternate timeline. My wife, Sarah,...
A Letter to My Pregnant Self About the Great Baby Beanie Deception
Dear Jess from six months ago, You're currently sitting on the living room rug, sweating through a maternity tunic in 80-degree Texas autumn heat, crying over a tangled skein of expensive organic yarn. You spent three hours last night hunting...
The messy, entirely sleepless reality of baby growth spurts today
My mother-in-law was entirely convinced he was cold. My neighbor looked over the fence and diagnosed him with early teething. The lactation consultant at the clinic told me my milk supply was probably dipping and I just needed to eat...
The Absolute Sweat-Soaked Truth About Buying Baby Girl Dresses
It was 2 PM, the sun was literally laughing at us, and I was holding a plastic cup of iced coffee that was basically just brown water at that point. We were at my cousin Rachelβs outdoor wedding in August...