A Letter to My Past Self About Buying Rompers for Newborns
Dear Jess from six months ago. You're currently standing in the baby aisle at Target, holding a pair of corduroy overalls size 0-3 months, and you need to put them down immediately. I know you're nesting, and I know the...
The truth about baby play gyms and anhänger spielbogen
Three days after we brought my son home, my mother-in-law told me to hang bright gold bangles and noisy brass bells over his play mat to wake up his brain. An hour later, an influencer on my feed claimed that...
Predicting the Unpredictable: The Truth About Infant Eye Color
I was sitting under the punishing, flickering fluorescent lights of the NHS maternity ward, nursing a tepid cup of instant coffee, when Twin A finally opened her eyes and looked right at me. I had spent the better part of...
The Truth On Easy Crochet Baby Blanket Patterns Free
I'm sitting cross-legged on the living room rug at twenty past midnight, entirely bound in a web of aggressively yellow yarn, trying to pause a YouTube video with my nose because both my hands are currently serving as a makeshift...
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...
The Real Truth About Distilled and Purified Water for Baby Formula
It was 3:17 AM, and I was standing in my kitchen in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and postpartum mesh underwear, staring dead-eyed at a pot of boiling tap water. My oldest—who's now five and serves almost entirely as a...
So, Can Your Newborn Really Be Born With Teeth? (My Freakout)
The biggest, most universally accepted myth about giving birth is that you're going to be handed this perfect, squishy, entirely gummy little blob of a human. I fully believed this. I thought I had at least six solid months of...
The Brutal Reality Behind the Romantic Let's Have a Baby Idea
I'm standing in the kitchen at 3 a.m. scraping dried spit-up off my shoulder while my husband snores from the guest bedroom. Four years ago he pulled out a ring on a beach in Mexico and whispered marry me let's...
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....