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Surviving The RS Virus With A Baby: What I Wish I Knew Sooner
I was wearing my husbandβs college track sweatpantsβthe ones with the embarrassing hole right at the kneeβand a t-shirt that literally smelled like sour milk and desperation. It was 3:14 AM on a freezing Tuesday in November. Maya was four...
The Brutal Truth About RSV Babies and Surviving Winter Coughs
My mother-in-law told me to rub warm mustard oil and garlic on my daughter's chest to pull the sickness out. The mom group on Facebook insisted I needed to slice a raw onion and leave it under her crib to...
The Medical Truth About Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers And Safety
I was shivering on Southport Avenue, pushing a ridiculously expensive piece of aesthetic plastic over a frozen Chicago pothole. The front wheels locked up on a chunk of dirty street ice. The stroller abruptly stopped, and my four-month-old's head violently...
Surviving Wedding Season Postpartum in a Sachin and Babi Dress
My mother-in-law told me to wear a loose silk sari and just pin the pallu strategically. My best friend told me to squeeze into medical-grade shapewear and a slip dress so I'd feel like my old pre-baby self. My postpartum...
The Truth About The Saja Boys Baby: A Midnight Panic Explained
My nineteen-year-old babysitter, Kaylee, texted me at 9 PM asking if my youngest was a "Saja fan." My mom, who overheard me reading the text out loud while folding a mountain of burp cloths, immediately warned me that loud foreign...
Saline Drops for Babies: Surviving the Midnight Snot Triage
The baby monitor is a liar. It amplifies every rustle of a sleep sack until it sounds like a break-in. But at two in the morning, the sound that actually pulls you from your REM cycle is the death rattle....
Dear past Priya, please stop trying to scrub baby skin raw
You're sitting on the cold tile of our Chicago apartment bathroom. It's February, which means the air inside the apartment is roughly as humid as a saltine cracker. The green plastic infant tub is taking up the entire shower floor,...
Why I Googled Sereia Baby And Other Naming Bugs We Caught
I slammed my laptop shut so fast I nearly pinched my own fingers in the aluminum chassis, knocking over my lukewarm coffee in the process. My wife looked up from her iPad, blinking at me across the kitchen table. It...
Why I Finally Stopped Feeding My Kids Apple-Flavored Everything
I was standing in my kitchen at like 3 PM on a Tuesday, wearing the exact same black maternity leggings I had technically slept in, holding a plastic spoon covered in this neon orange sweet potato puree that somehow smelled...