The Messy Truth About That Washable Newton Baby Bassinet
My mom sat on the edge of my couch, sipping iced tea, and told me to just put the baby in a plastic laundry basket lined with a thick quilt, because bless her heart, thatβs exactly what she did with...
The Beautiful, Chaotic Reality of Having an IVF Baby in London
It was 10:47 PM on a rainy Tuesday in London, and I was carefully shuffling a half-eaten block of Cathedral City cheddar and some slightly sad-looking kale to make room for roughly four thousand quid's worth of hormonal injectables. That's...
The Brutal Truth About the Infantino Baby Carrier (My Meltdown)
I was standing in the Target parking lot at 2 PM on a sweltering Tuesday, wearing maternity leggings with a crusty mystery stain on the left knee, desperately trying to click a piece of stiff plastic into another piece of...
The Ikea Baby Chair Truth: Posture, Choking & Cleaning
My mother-in-law wanted me to register for a leather-bound high chair that cost more than my first car. My occupational therapist friend cornered me at a brunch to explain that any baby chair without a perfectly adjustable, solid oak footplate...
Spotting the Symptoms of RSV in Babies Before You Panic
"Just put sliced raw onions in his socks," my neighbor Brenda texted me at 11 PM on a Tuesday, which is honestly unhinged behavior but I was too tired to block her. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law had already called twice to...
The chaotic reality of opening a trump baby account for your toddler
It was midnight on a tuesday when my husband forwarded me an email from our cpa that made my left eye twitch. I was sitting on the nursery floor in my old nursing scrubs, trying to wipe pureed sweet potato...
Debugging Infant Nasal Congestion With the Frida Baby Nebulizer
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, the room temperature was exactly 71.5 degrees, and the humidifier was running at maximum capacity to make our Portland bedroom feel like a tropical rainforest. And yet, the 11-month-old was still whistling through...
Why the aesthetic frida baby humidifier ruined my tuesday night
It was 2:14 in the morning on a Tuesday in late January. Outside our Chicago apartment, the wind chill was hovering around zero. Inside, our ancient radiators were blasting dry, punishing heat into the nursery. My toddler sounded like a...
The real story on the frida baby bath tub and the daily wash myth
I was standing in my cramped Chicago bathroom at eight in the evening with a slippery, shrieking newborn who looked exactly like a wet baby bat. My mother-in-law was on FaceTime, loudly explaining that he needed this nightly ritual to...