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Baby Crying: The Absolute Truth About Fussy Newborns
I'm just gonna be real with you: my oldest son’s newborn phase is the reason I've a permanent stress-induced twitch in my left eye. I vividly remember standing in my dark pantry at two o'clock in the morning, aggressively rocking...
Googling Baby Come Back Lyrics at 3 AM: A Survival Guide
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the edge of the nursing glider in the dark. There's a fresh patch of spit-up on your left shoulder, slowly sinking into your shirt. You have one eye closed because...
Dear Past Jess: What You Actually Need To Know About Baby Clipart
Dear Jess from six months ago, You're currently sitting on the laundry room linoleum, crying over a jammed HP inkjet printer while your oldest screams because his socks "feel spicy" and the baby is aggressively cluster feeding. You just wanted...
The 2 AM Baby Chicken Meltdown: Purees, Poultry, and My Sanity
There I was at 2:13 AM on a Tuesday, standing barefoot in my kitchen wearing a stained t-shirt, staring down at a shattered glass Tupperware container of pureed baby chicken that I had just spent two hours boiling and blending....
What a Baby Cheetah Taught Me About My Own Crawling Toddler
We were standing in front of the big cat enclosure at the Bronx Zoo last Tuesday. I was wearing my aggressively stained Lululemon leggings, holding a lukewarm cup of drip coffee that tasted faintly of pennies, while Leo—who's four going...
Surviving the baby chair transition without a trip to the ER
The sweet potato puree was everywhere. It was day three of solid foods. Riya was slumped to the left in a hand-me-down high chair that looked like a plastic spaceship. She coughed, gagged, and suddenly went silent. My ER nurse...
Confessions of a pediatric nurse about screen time and animated shows
It's a Tuesday in late November. The wind off Lake Michigan is rattling our apartment windows, and the radiators are hissing that dry winter heat that makes your throat scratchy. My son Rohan is gripping my pant leg, doing that...
Baby Buddha Pump: Why This Tiny Device Is A Vacuum Engine
It's 2 AM on a Tuesday. My wife is sitting in the glider, holding this sleek black plastic rectangle that's honestly smaller than my smartphone. We bought it because the internet forums promised it was a "cute" and "highly portable"...
Dear me from 6 months ago: The Baby Brezza Bottle Washer Pro
Dear me from six months ago, You're currently standing at the kitchen sink. It's, like, 3:14 AM. You're wearing those gray Target sweatpants that have a mysterious crusty spot on the left knee and your hair is in a knot...