Processing the Tragic University of Kentucky Cheerleader Baby News
It was 5:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on the sticky linoleum of my kitchen floor in sweatpants that smelled faintly of string cheese, trying to drink coffee that had been microwaved three times already. I was...
UPPAbaby Cruz V2: What I Wish I Knew Before The Registry Panic
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago, You're currently sitting at the kitchen island at 2 AM. Dave is snoring upstairsβa sound that's somehow migrating through the floorboardsβand you're wearing those hideous grey sweatpants with the bleach stain on the...
Was Ed Gein A Babysitter? True Crime Myths & Real Childcare Fears
I was standing in my laundry room on Tuesday, elbow-deep in a pile of spit-up stained onesies, when my phone completely melted down with contradictory advice about leaving my kids. My mom called first, full of anxiety, telling me I...
Raising a Modern Indian Baby Without Losing Your Absolute Mind
I was elbow-deep in a pile of spit-up-stained laundry when my sister-in-law Priya FaceTimed me in absolute tears, holding a yellow tape measure up to a massive, heavily carved wooden cradle her mother-in-law had just shipped all the way from...
Confessions of dressing my toddler in the teenage dirtbag trend
2:14 AM. The bedroom smells faintly of sour milk and desperation. The Wheatus audio loops on my screen for the forty-seventh time. I watch another exhausted mother transition from a photo of her wearing studded belts and smeared black eyeliner...
Dear Exhausted Mom: The Massive Lie About Sleeping Like a Baby
Dear Jess from six months ago, Youβre currently sitting cross-legged on the linoleum floor of the laundry room at 3:14 AM, trying to fold a mountain of onesies with one hand while desperately swaying a screaming newborn in your other...
Why "Love You Like A Love Song" Saved My Sanity (A Letter)
Dear Jess from last November. You're currently sitting on the peeling linoleum in the hallway, hiding from a four-month-old who's screaming like a tiny banshee because you put him on his stomach. The Texas heat is absolutely brutal outside, our...
The "i just a baby" phase ruined my pediatric nursing degree
I'm staring at the digital clock on my breast pump. It's 3:14 AM in my freezing Chicago apartment, the wind off Lake Michigan is rattling the windowpanes, and I can't remember what a let-down reflex is. Four years of nursing...
How "Hush Little Baby Don't You Cry" Saved My Sanity Tonight
It was July in Texas, which means it was about 102 degrees at midnight, and our window AC unit was making a sound like a dying tractor. My oldestβwho's now four and currently serving as a daily cautionary tale for...