The Messy Truth About Trying to Dream Feed Baby Every Night
My foot found the only rogue plastic dinosaur left on the rug at 10:43 PM. I bit my lip so hard I tasted copper, balancing a warm bottle of pumped milk in my left hand while trying not to breathe...
Do Babies Sleep More When Teething? The Exhausting Truth
I was staring at the glowing green screen of the baby monitor at 2:14 PM on a Tuesday, completely paralyzed by a mixture of deep relief and mounting panic. Florence and Matilda had been asleep for two and a half...
Late Night Lullabies: Its All Over Now Baby Blue Chords & The Blues
When we brought my oldest son home from the hospital, my mom immediately told me to put him in his crib, shut the heavy wooden door, and let his lungs develop by crying it out. Bless her heart, she survived...
Why Chasing the Myth of the Unicorn Baby Nearly Ruined My First Year
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on the floor of the nursery in a tragically stained Nirvana t-shirt that smelled heavily of sour milk and desperation. Maya was three months old, and she was screaming....
The Truth About Why Every Parent Needs a Babydecke Merinowolle
It was a Tuesday, I think. Honestly, those first few weeks are a blurry hallucination, but I remember I was wearing my black maternity leggingsβthe ones with a faint spit-up stain on the left knee that had been there since...
Surviving the three am panic over mysterious newborn baby lesions
I was staring at a tiny, raised red bump on my son's cheek at two in the morning, convinced I had somehow broken him. He was fourteen days old. The nursery smelled heavily of sour milk, zinc oxide, and absolute...
When GFWYK Baby Mel Lyrics Crashed Our Nursery Smart Speaker
Dear Marcus of six months ago, You're currently standing in the center of the nursery at 2:14 AM. You have a screaming five-month-old tucked like a football under your left arm, and your right hand is frantically tracing the power...
Perky baby what we finna do: A late-night letter to my past self
Dear Jess from six months ago, I know exactly where you're right now. You're sitting on the edge of the glider at 2:13 AM, wearing that oversized faded tee with the spit-up stain on the shoulder, staring at your third...
My Brutally Honest Take on a Moses Basket for Baby
The heater in our third-floor Chicago walk-up clanked three times before kicking on, masking the sound of my own shallow breathing. We had just walked through the front door after three days at Rush University Medical Center. My husband dropped...