The clock on the microwave said 2:13 AM, and my living room smelled exactly like burnt caramel and aggressive strawberry milk. I was pacing the floorboards in my ratty nursing bra, bouncing my youngest—who we affectionately call Baby P—while he screamed with the kind of red-faced, breathless fury usually reserved for vaccines. He was arched backward like a tiny, angry acrobat, refusing to latch, refusing his pacifier, and absolutely refusing to sleep. I had fourteen custom vinyl cup orders for my Etsy shop to pack the next morning, my three-year-old was going to wake up at dawn no matter what, and all I could smell was synthetic strawberries.

That was the night I learned a very hard, very exhausting lesson about babies and artificial fragrances. I'm just gonna be real with y'all: nobody warns you that letting a well-meaning visitor hold your newborn can basically short-circuit your baby's entire nervous system if they're wearing the wrong body spray.

Madison and the $175 strawberry milk incident

Let me back up to how my house ended up smelling like a middle school locker room. My fifteen-year-old niece, Madison, had come over that afternoon to "help" with the kids. Madison is great, bless her heart, but she's deeply influenced by whatever is trending on her phone. She walked through my front door in a cloud of something so sweet it made my teeth hurt. When I asked her what she was wearing, she proudly announced it was a dupe for the Melanie Martinez cry baby perfume.

I guess this singer put out a perfume years ago that came in a literal baby bottle, and then they stopped making it, so teenagers were paying like a thousand dollars for empty bottles on the internet until they finally relaunched it. Madison had begged her mom for the official $175 bottle, got a hard no, and compromised with some $40 dupe she found at the drugstore that supposedly smells exactly the same. It's supposed to smell like baby lotion, lipstick, and strawberry milk. I don't know about the lipstick, but it definitely smelled like someone melted a strawberry milkshake on my front porch.

She held Baby P for maybe forty-five minutes while I folded a mountain of laundry. I didn't think anything of it. But by the time she left, the scent had completely transferred to his clothes, his hair, and my nursing pillow. And that's when the meltdown started. He wouldn't eat because he couldn't smell me. He just smelled like a walking bottle of teen spirit, and it made him absolutely furious.

What my doctor actually said about baby perfume

I ended up calling the nurse's line the next morning because Baby P developed this angry, bumpy red rash right on the cheek that had been pressed against Madison's shoulder. When I took him in, Dr. Evans gave me that sympathetic look pediatricians give tired moms and broke it down for me.

What my doctor actually said about baby perfume — The Truth About Cry Baby Perfume & Why Fragrance Ruins Naptime

She told me that babies are basically born blind as bats. For those first few months, their eyesight is terrible, so they rely entirely on their sense of smell to figure out where they're, who's holding them, and how to find food. When you cover them in strong scents—or let someone else cover them in perfume—you're basically blindfolding them. No wonder he was screaming; he probably thought he'd been kidnapped by a giant strawberry.

She also muttered something about how infant skin is super thin and permeable, and how synthetic fragrances are legally allowed to hide hundreds of untested chemicals under the word "parfum" on an ingredient list. I guess the alcohol and phthalates—whatever those are, some kind of chemical that makes scent stick around—mess with their hormones or something and trigger massive eczema flare-ups. All I know is my kid's face looked like a pepperoni pizza because of a trending teenage fragrance.

Grandmas, aunts, and the "just a little spritz" lie

My mama thinks I'm being entirely too sensitive about this whole thing. She loves to remind me that back in the early 90s, she used to buy actual baby perfume for me. Apparently, dousing infants in powdery, floral "baby cologne" was a whole thing back then. She's always trying to sneak heavily scented lavender lotion onto my kids to help them "sleep better."

If you see a bottle marketed as "infant cologne" at the drugstore, just keep walking because that's just a bottle of expensive contact dermatitis waiting to happen.

I learned this the hard way with my oldest son. He's my cautionary tale for literally everything. I didn't know any better when he was a baby, and I washed his onesies in that strongly scented baby detergent. He broke out in full-body hives that cost us a $200 emergency room co-pay. Since then, I've been extremely picky about what touches my babies' skin.

The night of the strawberry milk disaster, I had to strip Baby P down to his diaper and give him a sponge bath at 3 AM to get the smell off. I dressed him in his Organic Cotton Baby Bodysuit from Kianao. I'm going to be honest, I absolutely love this bodysuit because the organic cotton is incredibly soft and it doesn't have any of those scratchy tags that irritate the back of the neck. It really helped calm his skin down because it's breathable and undyed. My only complaint is that if your husband is the kind of guy who throws everything into the dryer on the "nuclear heat" setting without looking, it'll shrink a little bit. But as long as you wash it on cold like a normal person, it's perfect for sensitive skin nights.

How to get that sweet newborn smell without the rash

The irony of the whole cry baby perfume trend is that teenagers are spending hundreds of dollars to smell like baby lotion, while actual babies smell amazing all on their own. You don't need to add anything to them. That natural newborn smell is literally designed by nature to give parents a dopamine hit so we don't abandon them when they're screaming at 2 AM.

How to get that sweet newborn smell without the rash — The Truth About Cry Baby Perfume & Why Fragrance Ruins Naptime

To try and calm Baby P down after his wardrobe change, I handed him his Panda Teether. He's right in that miserable early teething window where everything goes straight into the mouth. The teether is just okay, if I'm being totally real with you. The food-grade silicone is safe and he really likes gnawing on the little bamboo-shaped part, but because it's flat, he drops it constantly. And for some reason, the shape makes it perfectly aerodynamic so it instantly slides right under the gap beneath my oven every single time it hits the floor. I spend half my day fishing it out with a broom handle.

By 4:30 AM, I had finally gotten the strawberry scent out of his hair, but he was wide awake. I was too exhausted to bounce him anymore, so I laid him down under his Wooden Baby Gym in the living room. This thing actually saved my sanity that night. The little wooden animal toys gave him something to stare at and bat his hands at while I sat on the rug and drank a lukewarm Diet Coke. I love that it's just natural wood and soft colors instead of flashing plastic lights that scream at you. My three-year-old does keep trying to sit underneath it like it's a tent, which gives me a heart attack, but for the baby, it's a wonderfully peaceful distraction.

The rules for my house now

Look, I don't want to be that crazy, controlling mom who forces everyone through a decontamination shower before they look at my baby, but I've hit my limit.

If you're walking through my front door to hold my kid, you need to scrub off the heavy body sprays, leave the strongly scented hand sanitizer in your purse, don't even think about wearing anything that smells like dessert, and just accept that you're going to smell like natural baby sweat and whatever spit-up you catch on your shoulder.

It's just not worth the tears. Babies are crying enough already—they don't need a perfume literally named "cry baby" to give them another reason to lose their minds.

If you're dealing with sensitive baby skin after a fragrance reaction, or you just want to avoid the chemical junk altogether, check out the organic baby clothes collection over at Kianao. Their stuff actually respects a baby's skin.

Messy questions I get asked about babies and smells

Can I wear my normal perfume if I just spray it on my wrists?
I tried this, thinking I was outsmarting the system. Nope. Your baby's face is going to end up near your wrists eventually, especially if you're bottle-feeding or wrestling them into a car seat. Dr. Evans told me they still inhale it, and those tiny lungs get irritated super easily. I just gave up and accepted I'm going to smell like unscented deodorant and dry shampoo for the next year.

What about baby lotion? Does that count as perfume?
If the back of the bottle just says "fragrance" or "parfum" in the ingredients, I throw it out. That's the legal loophole where they hide all the junk. I only use stuff that gets its smell from natural things like oatmeal or a little bit of chamomile. If it smells stronger than a plain cup of tea, it's too strong for my baby.

How do I tell my mother-in-law to stop wearing her heavy perfume around the baby?
Oh honey, I just blame the doctor. I straight up lie and say, "The doctor said his skin is having a severe allergic reaction to adult fragrances and we've a strict medical ban on perfume." You can't argue with a fake doctor's order. Let the doctor be the bad guy so you don't have to fight at Thanksgiving.

My teenager bought the Melanie Martinez cry baby perfume, is it safe to use in the house?
It's fine for the teenager, but make them spray it in their own room with the door closed. Don't let them spray it in the living room or right before they hold the baby. And honestly, warn them not to spray it on the couch cushions because that burnt caramel smell literally takes three days and half a bottle of Febreze to go away.

How long until I can wear my expensive perfume again?
I usually wait until they're about a year old and walking. Once they aren't constantly smooshed up against my chest for survival, their skin is a little tougher and they don't care what I smell like anymore. Until then, the expensive stuff stays in the drawer.