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Priya's baby sleeping in a wooden cradle beside a window in Chicago.

The Truth About Cradles and That Scalp Crust Nobody Mentions

The smell of lemon wood polish hit me the second I walked into our Chicago apartment with a three-day-old infant in my arms. Sitting right in the middle of our cramped living room was a massive, dark wood antique baby...

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Exhausted dad buried under multiple blankets looking for the best cooling blanket option.

The Search for the Best Cooling Blanket When Nobody Actually Sleeps

I asked three different people what to do about the fact that my wife and I were waking up at 3 am glued to our mattress like damp Post-it notes. My mum suggested leaving a window open, which in November...

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A pregnant mother looking at a sonogram photo in a doctor's office.

Do Babies Cry In The Womb? What Those Ultrasound Scans Really Mean

When my wife was twenty weeks pregnant with our twin girls, we received exactly three pieces of deeply conflicting, entirely unsolicited advice within a forty-eight-hour window. My mother-in-law insisted we needed to play Mozart pressed directly against the bump to...

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A vintage record player playing next to a baby sleeping soundly in a nursery

Why The Ronettes’ 1963 Hit Is My Ultimate Parenting Hack

It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in November, and Maya was screaming with the kind of primal, glass-shattering intensity that makes your own teeth physically hurt. I was wearing a gray fleece robe that smelled vaguely of sour milk...

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Tired mother staring at a baby monitor in a dark room

The midnight triage of baby sleep and staying remotely sane

Listen. It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in February, and the wind was howling off Lake Michigan loudly enough to rattle the bedroom windows. I was standing in the dark, holding a screaming four-month-old at arm's length because a...

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Tired dad holding a crying 11-month-old baby while looking at a laptop screen

Troubleshooting The Baby Come Back Phase Without Losing Your Mind

2:14 PM. Portland is doing that misty drizzle thing outside where it's not quite raining but you still get entirely wet. I've stepped exactly 3.4 feet away from the playmat to grab my lukewarm coffee from the side table. I...

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Exhausted mom pacing the living room holding a crying baby in the middle of the night

Is It Teething or That Dreaded Ear Infection? My 3 AM Guide

It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday. Maya was about seven months old, and I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that definitely had mashed avocado crusted onto the left knee from lunch. My husband was pacing the living...

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