My Papoose Baby Era: How I Survived The Clingy Newborn Phase
2:14 AM. A Tuesday in mid-November. I was standing in the middle of our tiny galley kitchen wearing a pair of maternity leggings that smelled vaguely of spit-up and stale coffee, desperately trying to wrap fifteen feet of gray stretchy...
A Late-Night Letter to Myself Before Baby Number Three Arrives
I see you sitting there in the dark. It's 2:14 AM, your giant eight-months-pregnant belly is hopelessly wedged into the armrests of the nursery glider, and the blue light from your phone screen is illuminating the tired bags under your...
The Brutally Honest Truth About the Orbit Baby Stroller System
It was raining, obviously. I was standing in the parking lot of the Trader Joeβs on 4th Street, wearing yoga pants that hadnβt actually seen a yoga mat since sometime in 2017. Maya was strapped into her car seat screaming...
Normal Baby Weight at Birth: A Letter to My Terrified Past Self
Dear Tom from six months ago. You're currently hiding in the downstairs loo at a family barbecue, trying to field questions from your brother-in-law about what constitutes a normal baby weight. His wife is being induced on Tuesday, and you're...
The Totally Unfiltered Truth About Raising a Newborn Baby Girl
I spent the first forty-eight hours of my oldest daughter's life absolutely terrified I was going to break her lady parts. Iβm just gonna be real with youβthe hospital nurses were wiping her down like it was no big deal,...
Why outfitting a newborn baby boy feels like a hostage negotiation
It was day four. I was sleep-deprived to the point of mild hallucinations, standing over the changing pad in the dark. I unzipped his fleece sleeper, and a perfect arc of warm urine hit me directly in the collarbone. That...
The truth about naming your kid Mia and the digital footprint night...
Listen. You're sitting in the dark right now, the blue light from your phone illuminating that tiny, sleeping face against your chest. Your thumb is hovering over the Instagram post button. You've spent twenty minutes crafting the perfect caption with...
The Truth About Raising Mega Babies When Standard Gear Fails You
I was standing in the fluorescent-lit hospital room, still completely numb from the waist down, watching my husband try to wrestle our firstborn into a "newborn" sized coming-home outfit that we had paid entirely too much for on Etsy. My...
Note to Self: Surviving the Man Baby & What to Dress Them In
Dear Sarah from six months ago, Itβs 3:14 AM. You're currently sitting cross-legged on the floor of your sisterβs guest room wearing a pair of Daveβs old sweatpants with a questionable bleach stain on the knee and a nursing tank...