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The Truth About Those Perfect Baby Playing Quotes I Used To Hate
It was exactly 3:14 AM. I know this because the glowing green numbers on our cheap digital alarm clock were basically burning holes into my sleep-deprived retinas. I was sitting in the grey nursing glider we bought off Craigslistβthe one...
When "Baby Please Don't Go" Means "Please Stop Giving Me Advice"
I was standing in aisle four of Target, holding a half-empty iced vanilla latte that I had honestly forgotten paying for, while my four-month-old daughter Maya tried to literally eat my hair. She was wearing this pale yellow onesie that...
Dear Past Me: Stop Panicking About Every Baby Poo Colour
Dear Past Me, I know exactly where you're right now. You're standing over the changing table in the nursery at 3:14 AM. You're wearing those gray maternity sweatpants with the bleach stain on the left knee, and you haven't washed...
The Ultimate Baby Poop Chart: A Letter to My Anxious Past Self
Listen, Priya of six months ago. You're currently standing in the semi-darkness of our freezing Chicago apartment at three in the morning, holding a soiled diaper mere inches from your face. You have your phone flashlight clamped between your teeth....
Surviving the Baby Porcupine Phase (A Letter to My Past Self)
Dear Sarah from six months ago, You're currently sitting on the cold tile of the downstairs bathroom. Itβs 2:14 PM on a Tuesday, youβre wearing those tragic gray sweatpants with the bleach stain on the left thigh, and you're hiding...
The Babies R Us Registry Panic: A Letter to My Anxious Past Self
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago, You're currently sitting in the driverβs seat of your Subaru in the parking lot of a Kohlβs, wearing those black leggings that have the weird hole near the knee, and you're literally vibrating...
What to actually do when you find a baby raccoon in the yard
Listen, I was trying to pull dandelions out of the garden beds last Tuesday while Maya sat on the grass. She pointed a sticky finger toward the fence line and made a noise that sounded like a question. I thought...
The Viral Baby Rasta Drama & The Truth About Public Meltdowns
I was standing in aisle four of our local H-E-B last Tuesday, balancing a jumbo pack of overnight diapers on my left hip while my two-year-old practically levitated out of the shopping cart, screaming at a pitch only dogs and...
Before And After Nursing School: The Truth About Baby Reflexes
I dropped a metal travel mug on our hardwood floor at two in the morning. The sound echoed like a gunshot through our cramped Chicago apartment. My two-week-old son, who was dead asleep on his back in the bassinet, violently...