My 2 AM Fight About the Baby Boomer Age Range and Safe Sleep
The radiator in our Chicago apartment was hissing that dry, rhythmic sound it only makes in late January. It was two in the morning. I was standing in the doorway of the nursery, rubbing my eyes, watching my mother try...
The Truth About That Heirloom Crochet Baby Blanket
I was thirty-seven weeks pregnant with my oldest, sweating completely through a gray maternity tank top in the middle of a Texas July, when my grandmother proudly pulled a massive, neon-yellow afghan out of a plastic grocery bag. It had...
The babies only survival guide for the newborn trenches
Listen. You're standing in the hospital parking lot, staring at a seven-pound human strapped into a car seat that looks like a NASA prototype, and you're realizing the discharge nurse actually let you leave. They just wheeled you out and...
Decoding Infant Sleep Audio: My War With Sound Machines
It's 3 AM and I'm hovering over my eleven-month-old's crib with a free NIOSH decibel meter app glowing ominously on my phone, watching the needle spike into the red zone. My wife is standing in the doorway in her robe,...
The Messy Truth About White Noise For Babies And Sleep Safety
I was sitting cross-legged on the stained rug of Leo's nursery at like 3:14 AM. I was wearing my husband's college lacrosse hoodie that smelled vaguely of sour milk, and holding my screaming four-week-old, totally convinced I had already broken...
Why a weighted sleep sack almost broke my parenting resolve
The glow of my phone screen was the only light in the nursery, casting long, vaguely sinister shadows over two cots containing infants who had apparently unionised and agreed to strike against sleep. It was 3:14 in the morning. My...
What I Wish I Knew Before Knitting With Bernat Baby Blanket Yarn
Dear Sarah from six months ago, You're currently standing in aisle four of the craft store. Itβs raining outside, youβre wearing those black leggings with the mystery yogurt stain on the left thigh, and you're staring blindly at a mountain...
Why I Stopped Trusting the Box My Baby Rocking Chair Came In
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in 2017, and I was standing in my dark kitchen wearing a nursing bra that smelled aggressively like sour milk and Daveβs oversized college sweatpants, staring at this beige, gently vibrating infant seat...
The Megan Love Is Blind Baby: What I Learned About Birth Plans
I was sitting in the dark at precisely 3:17am, trying to scrape a fossilised bit of Weetabix off my left sock without turning on the lamp, when I saw the news. My phone screen lit up with a notification about...