Dear Past Me: Surviving Baby Colds With A Frida Baby Nose Sucker
Dear Past Me from six months ago, You're currently standing in aisle 14 at Target, holding a registry scanner gun for your pregnant sister, and staring blindly at a wall of infant grooming tools. You're wearing your stained gray "mom"...
The 3 AM Whistling Butt Tube (A Letter To My Exhausted Past Self)
Dear Sarah from exactly four years ago (though my sleep-deprived, coffee-soaked brain still genuinely feels like this was maybe 6 months ago), You're currently standing in the kitchen. It's 3:14 AM. You're wearing those gray maternity sweatpants with the mysterious...
The brutal before and after of your get-set baby preparation
I was twenty-eight weeks pregnant, standing in the middle of our cramped Chicago second bedroom holding a perfectly folded stack of organic burp cloths. I had color-coordinated the drawer dividers. I actually ironed the crib sheets. I thought I had...
The brutal truth about buying baby boy shoes for early walkers
My mother-in-law showed up on a Tuesday with stiff leather high-tops because she said my son's ankles were going to collapse without support. An hour later, a mom influencer on my feed claimed that putting anything other than raw, unbleached...
Decoding The Baby Poop Chart By Age (Without Losing Your Mind)
I'm standing in the nursery, holding my phone flashlight in my mouth, wearing a nursing tank that smells violently like sour milk and desperation, staring into the dark, terrifying depths of my newborn daughter Mayaβs diaper. It's 3:14 AM. The...
Surviving a Baby MRI: A London Dad's Letter to His Past Self
Dear Tom from six months ago, You're currently standing in the kitchen at 4:13 am, covered in what I desperately hope is just standard-issue reflux, staring at a crumpled NHS appointment letter. Baby M is asleep on your left shoulder,...
The Night I Dropped a Pill (And How We Survive Meds Now)
I was wearing my husband Danβs threadbare college lacrosse t-shirt, it was 2:14 in the morning, and I was on my hands and knees with my iPhone flashlight in my mouth, frantically sweeping the kitchen floor with my bare hands....
The Messy Truth About Surviving Your Baby's First Rhinovirus
I was sitting in the dark in my rocking chair at three in the morning, holding a six-month-old who sounded exactly like a broken coffee percolator. Snot was literally bubbling out of his left nostril with every breath. My oldest...
Surviving The RS Virus With A Baby: What I Wish I Knew Sooner
I was wearing my husbandβs college track sweatpantsβthe ones with the embarrassing hole right at the kneeβand a t-shirt that literally smelled like sour milk and desperation. It was 3:14 AM on a freezing Tuesday in November. Maya was four...