How to Survive the Witching Hour Baby Meltdowns Without Losing It
My mother-in-law swore my son's evening screaming fits meant my breastmilk was literally too thin. The lactation consultant I paid two hundred dollars to see said he was cluster feeding and I just needed a better nursing pillow. A girl...
Navigating the Overwhelming Baby Industry Without Losing Your Mind
I'm currently staring at a mountain of mismatched Paw Patrol socks on my living room floor, trying to fold laundry before my toddler wakes up, and my phone just buzzed with a notification from a parenting app I forgot I...
Why Searching I Love You Baby Lyrics Is My 3 AM Survival Hack
I was standing over my oldest son's crib at 3:14 AM wearing a stained t-shirt, swaying like a seasick sailor, and desperately trying to remember the words to literally any song on the planet. My brain was absolute mush. I...
Why Your Strict Baby Sleep Schedule Is A Complete Disaster
It was three in the morning on a Tuesday, and I was rage-scrolling a spreadsheet I had color-coded for my six-week-old son's naps. He was in the bassinet next to me, screaming like I had just insulted his ancestors, completely...
The Truth About Madison Beer Yes Baby And Your Infant's Sleep
I was sitting in the preschool pickup line yesterday, elbow-deep in a lukewarm thermos of coffee, when the mom in the pristine white Tahoe next to me rolled her windows down and started blasting what sounded like a Miami nightclub...
Dear Priya: The messy truth about that baby bullet blender
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently standing in the kitchen at eleven at night, staring at a massive pile of organic sweet potatoes. You just bought a specialized baby bullet blender, and you're entirely convinced you're going to...
Surviving the bye bye baby phase without losing your mind
I'm standing in the doorway of a toddler room that smells like wet wipes and desperation. My daughter's fingers are locked into the fabric of my jeans with the grip strength of a rock climber. Another mother just walked in,...
Surviving the Nightly Baby Toothbrush Wrestling Match in Sweatpants
It's 7:42 PM on a Tuesday. I'm wearing a pair of gray fleece sweatpants that haven't seen the inside of a washing machine since the Obama administration. My left knee is firmly but gently pinning an eight-month-old Maya to the...
The absolute truth about lullabies for babies and infant sleep
I'm standing in the middle of our Chicago apartment and the radiator is hissing that metallic, dry heat sound. It's 3:14 in the morning. My son is four months old, his face is the color of a bruised plum, and...