Lil Baby All On Me: Surviving The Intense Velcro Infant Phase
I tried the heating pad trick first. You know the oneβyou warm up the crib mattress so when you lower the sleeping infant onto the sheets, they don't detect a temperature drop and sound the alarm. I even wore the...
I Bought the Aesthetic WildBird Carrier So You Don't Have To Guess
It was 2:14 AM, I was pacing the hallway with my oldestβthe child who firmly believed that setting him down would trigger an ancient curseβwhen Instagram served me an ad for the WildBird baby carrier. I was currently wearing a...
When My Back Gave Out: The Ugly Truth About a Baby Hip Carrier
We were twenty minutes into the Parker County Peach Festival when I felt something in my lower spine actually shift. It was 98 degrees in the shade, the air felt like a wet wool blanket, and my sixteen-month-old son, Beau,...
When You Become the Default Human Holder for Your Baby
It was four in the morning in mid-February, the kind of Chicago winter night where the radiators hiss aggressively and the air feels like dry ice. Maya was six weeks old and deep in the trenches of her peak colic...
The Sweaty, Messy, Magical Reality of the Kangaroo Baby Phase
It was 3:14 in the morning, and the hospital room smelled strongly of bleach, stale hazelnut coffee, and my own big postpartum terror. I was wearing mesh underwear and a hospital gown that was entirely unsnapped in the front because,...
Surviving a City Baby Bus Ride Without Losing Your Damn Mind
It was 4:17 PM on a Tuesday in November, raining sideways, and I was standing on the corner of 4th and Pike wearing a giant, puffy green coat that made me look like a highly aggressive olive. Leo was six...
A Letter To Myself Before Buying That Artipoppe Baby Carrier
Dear Tom of six months ago. You're currently hiding in the downstairs loo, aren't you? The twins are simultaneously screaming in the living room, there's a distinct smell of sour milk on your favourite jumper, and you're staring at your...
The Suki Baby Trend: What Touring Rockstars Forget to Tell You
I was standing in Terminal B at DFW airport, dripping sweat onto my carry-on bag, trying to figure out which of the fourteen plastic clips on my baby carrier was currently digging a trench into my left rib. I had...
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...