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There's a massive, glittering lie floating around pregnancy message boards that newborns sleep eighteen hours a day, and I just need to laugh hysterically at that for a second. Picture me at 3:17 AM last Tuesday, standing on the cold...

My mum told me to leave a small saucer of milk under the bed to appease the spirits. The bloke at our local pub, a man who has clearly not parented a child since 1982, suggested I simply tell the...

It's 3:17 AM. My living room smells like a combination of sour milk, stale coffee, and pure, unfiltered desperation. I'm wearing Matt's old college sweatpants with a mysterious bleach stain on the knee, and I'm holding a four-week-old Leo who's...