The Reality of Kat Cammack’s Baby Journey and Postpartum Trauma
The breakroom TV in our pediatric triage unit was perpetually muted on a twenty-four-hour news channel, mostly serving as a glowing, anxiety-inducing nightlight while we charted at three in the morning. When you work in medicine long enough, you stop...
Why I Threw Out the iPad: Real Talk on Baby Screen Time Limits
I was packing up three Etsy orders for custom birth announcement signs, trying to balance my phone on my knee, and completely failing to ignore my youngest baby screaming for his morning nap. I had this grand idea to find...
Dear past Tom: Skip the polyester baby yoda costume
Dear Tom of six months ago, You're currently sitting on the sofa with a lukewarm cup of tea, looking at an online checkout cart. It's late September. You're feeling a misguided sense of autumnal whimsy, bolstered perhaps by the fact...
The Ugly Truth About Baby Yarn: What I Actually Learned the Hard Way
I'm sitting on the floor of my oldest boy's nursery at two in the morning, practically cross-eyed under the glow of a cheap ring light I bought for my Etsy shop, trying to use a pair of cosmetic tweezers to...
System Error: What I Wish I Knew About Newborn Diapers
Dear Marcus from eleven months ago. You're currently standing in the Target diaper aisle, holding your phone open to a highly formatted Google Sheet. You have calculated that based on an average output of 8.4 voids per day, you need...
The Brutal Truth About Buying Newborn Baby Girl Clothes Today
Before the twins were born, my mother insisted they needed tiny, stiff Victorian dresses with matching lace knickers, presumably just in case the Queen resurrected herself and invited our offspring to a formal garden party. My mate Dave, three pints...
Why Raising A Little Tiger Shouldn't Mean Losing Your Mind
The biggest lie they tell us about raising successful kids is that you've to start treating them like miniature Harvard applicants the second they crown. I remember sitting on my hand-me-down couch with my oldest baby, heavily caffeinated and crying...
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...
The Truth About Baby Feet: Why Those Tiny Shoes Are a Scam
My mother-in-law held up a pair of hot pink, patent leather, miniature high heels at my baby shower like she had just extracted a rare diamond from a mine. I smiled, nodded, and immediately mentally categorized them as biohazard waste....