How to Survive the Moro Reflex in Babies Without Losing Your Mind
It’s two in the morning in 2019, and I'm hovering over a bassinet with my oldest, Jackson, holding my breath until my lungs actually burn. I’ve done the sway, the aggressive shushing, the hour-long rocking chair marathon, and he's finally...
The Unfiltered Shift From Mother To Baby: What I Actually Learned
I'm currently staring at a dried crust of spit-up on my left shoulder that has been there since Tuesday, and honestly, I don't have the energy to change my shirt. I’m bouncing my youngest on my hip while trying to...
My baby my baby: Sorting through the noise of the first year
The car ride home from the hospital is the longest thirty minutes of your life. Every pothole feels like a personal threat. Once you cross the threshold of your home, the reality sets in. On my first day back, my...
Why the new mexico teen kills baby boy headline broke my brain
Dear Priya of six months ago. You're sitting in the nursery glider right now. The house in Chicago is freezing, the radiator is hissing, and your baby boy is finally asleep in his crib. You just opened your phone because...
Baby This is Keke Palmer: How a Pop Culture Podcast Saved My Sanity
It was 2:14 PM on a Tuesday in late October, four years ago when Leo was just a tiny, furious newborn. I was sitting in the driver’s seat of my Honda CR-V in the Target parking lot. I was wearing...
The Truth About Newborn Crying and Why You Don't See Tears Yet
It was 2:14 AM, and my oldest son Jackson—who is my personal cautionary tale for literally every parenting mistake a human can make—was doing this high-pitched pterodactyl shriek that vibrated directly in my molars. I was shining my iPhone flashlight...
Dear past me: when your baby spitting up a lot feels like too much
You're sitting on the edge of the mattress at three in the morning. Your t-shirt smells like cheap parmesan cheese and regret. The baby is finally asleep on your chest, making those little wet breathing noises. You're wide awake because...
The Truth About Tracking Your Baby Size by Week in Pregnancy
It was a Tuesday at like 9:15 AM, and I was exactly 24 weeks pregnant with Leo. I was sitting in the terrifyingly quiet waiting room of my OB-GYN’s office, sweating straight through my favorite grey Zara sweater even though...
Why You Need a Baby Sign Language Chart in Your Kitchen
I was standing barefoot on a kitchen floor completely covered in soggy, half-chewed Cheerios, furiously tapping my fingertips together at my red-faced nine-month-old while yelling over his screams about how he just needed to do the little hand thing if...