The Heaviest Baby Ever Born: Ultrasound Lies And My Giant Kid
I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant with Leo, sitting on crinkly white paper in a freezing cold exam room, wearing a pair of gray maternity leggings that I had definitely spilled iced coffee on earlier that morning. My ultrasound tech, a...
The Henry Cavill Baby Era: What I Wish I Knew Before the Chaos
It was 6:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was standing barefoot on my freezing kitchen tiles, wearing my husband Tom’s oversized gray sweatpants—the ones with an unidentified, crusty yogurt stain on the left thigh that I keep forgetting to...
The Hey Baby Won't You Look My Way Lyrics & Infant Eye Contact
I'm lying flat on the faux-sheepskin rug of our nursery at 3:14 a.m., my face hovering uncomfortably close to Florence’s nose, aggressively humming a 2011 pop-rock anthem. I've been trying to get her to acknowledge my existence for forty-five minutes....
How Do You Make A Baby Thrive When You're Running On Fumes
Dear Jess from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the floor of the laundry room, eating a stale granola bar you found in your maternity jeans, while the breast pump makes that horrific wheezing sound and your four-month-old screams...
Exactly How Many Babies Are Born in the US Each Year?
It was 4:12 a.m. on a particularly bleak Tuesday when I found myself sliding down a demographic rabbit hole. Maya, who's technically twin A but behaves aggressively like a middle child, had decided that sleep was a social construct she...
The midnight quest to help a backed-up baby poop instantly
Florence’s face was the colour of an overripe aubergine, and she was grunting with the intensity of an Olympic powerlifter attempting a personal best. It was 2:14 AM. I was kneeling on the nursery rug in my boxers, holding her...
How to Relieve Constipation in Newborn Babies Quickly
Dear Sarah from six months ago, It's 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. You're sitting on the edge of the guest bed wearing that awful, bleach-stained grey hoodie from college, holding your sister's four-week-old son, Liam. She's in the hospital recovering...
Confessions of a smug London dad: Surviving a real cry-baby
It was 3:14 in the morning, and the hallway carpet was perfectly imprinting its cheap synthetic weave into my bare knees. I had Twin A tucked under my left arm like a highly volatile rugby ball, and Twin B draped...
The reality of raising a CDH baby when you have absolutely no idea ...
When we got the twenty-week anomaly scan results for the twins, I received exactly three pieces of advice about what to do next. My mother-in-law told us to play Mozart to the bump to encourage "internal harmony," a woman in...