The Justin Bieber Baby Sleep Hack That Would Have Saved My Sanity
It's 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in 2017. I'm wearing hospital-grade mesh underwear and an oversized, stained promotional t-shirt from a local 5K I walked, like, three years ago. I'm sitting on the very edge of our mattress, violently sobbing...
"I had a baby without you": The messy truth of solo parenting
The biggest myth about doing this alone is that it looks absolutely anything like the cinema. People type i had a baby without you full movie into their search bars late at night, expecting some sweeping romantic drama starring an...
Dear Postpartum Me: On The Tears, Sweat, and Baby Blues
Dear Sarah from four years ago, I know exactly where you're right now. Youβre sitting on the edge of the gray bath mat in the guest bathroom at 3:14 AM. Youβre wearing that nursing tank that smells violently like sour...
Why Rosemary's Baby Is A Terrible Idea For Your Real Toddler
My mother-in-law told me to rub concentrated rosemary oil on my toddler's chest to cure his midnight cough. The next morning, my granola-mom neighbor swore a homemade rosemary extract paste was the only reliable way to dissolve cradle cap. Then...
Surviving the Baby Boomer Years of Grandparenting
Don't, under any circumstances, politely accept the garbage bag full of your own crusty childhood stuffed animals just because your mom has misty eyes. I did this when my oldest was born, and let me tell you, it was a...
Why That Freezer Teether Ring Is Actually Making Your Baby Cry
It was three in the morning in the middle of a Chicago February. The kind of bitter cold that seeps right through the windowpanes and makes the old apartment radiator hiss like an angry cat. My toddler was cutting his...
My Baby Loss Tattoo: Why I Needed Ink After the Worst Day
I was staring at the popcorn ceiling in my bedroom at two in the afternoon on a Tuesday, listening to the hum of the ceiling fan and absolutely nothing else. The house was dead silent. My oldest was at preschool,...
Comforting Baby Loss Quotes: Finding Words When You're Grieving
"At least you know your plumbing still works!" That was my well-meaning but completely clueless aunt, standing way too close to my face in the hospital room while I was still wearing those god-awful mesh underwear and bleeding through a...
The Truth About Baby Knitting Patterns (And What Actually Works)
Maya was exactly eighteen days old and I was sitting on our beige living room rug in sweatpants that hadn't been washed since the Obama administration, crying over a tiny sleeve. It was somewhere around 2 PM, though time is...