The kriss_baby monitor panic and why your nursery needs a digital d...
The green light on the nursery camera was blinking out of sync with the router. It's a tiny detail, but when you spend your days working pediatric triage, you get highly attuned to the rhythm of blinking lights. In the...
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...
Baby Brent Newborn Myths: The Truth About Surviving the First Year
I was on FaceTime yesterday with my sister-in-law, balancing my phone on a teetering stack of half-folded laundry while my middle child tried to feed the dog a stale Cheerio, and she was crying. Real, heavy, shoulder-shaking tears. She just...
A Letter To Myself About The Chaos Of The Baby Crawling Phase
It's 2:14 PM on a Tuesday. I'm wearing black yoga pants that haven't seen the inside of a gym since 2018, and a gray t-shirt stained with breastmilk and what I'm desperately hoping is just mashed sweet potato. I'm nursing...
The Autocomplete Trap And Keeping Kids Off The Weird Internet
My phone slipped out of my hand and hit the kitchen tile at exactly 2:14 p.m. yesterday. I was trying to type baby doll into a search bar to find a birthday gift for my niece. The internet, in its...
The Terrifying Two-Hour Rule That Changed My Entire Parenting Paradigm
I was literally elbow-deep in the darkest, crumb-filled recesses of our gray sectional sofa, wearing my zombie-apocalypse sweatpants that had a questionable yogurt stain on the knee, while my daughter Maya was happily rolling around on the rug. She was...
How I Built a Baby First Aid Kit Without Losing My Damn Mind
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and my 11-month-old son felt like a tiny, screaming space heater. I was frantically tearing apart our master bathroom cabinet, tossing aside half-empty bottles of adult cough syrup, stale melatonin gummies, and a...
Surviving the 9-Month Sleep Regression and Absolute Chaos
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was standing in the dark wearing a pair of maternity leggings I should have burned six months ago and my husband Dave's faded college hoodie, staring at Maya. She was gripping...
Surviving a Baby Ostrich Encounter With Your Sanity Intact
Before we packed up the minivan to visit the drive-through wildlife ranch out by the highway last weekend, I managed to get three entirely contradictory pieces of advice about the ostriches. My mom, bless her heart, told me on the...