The Truth About Baby Onesies and the 3 AM Blowout Survival Guide
It was exactly 3:14 AM on a freezing Tuesday in November 2017, and I was standing in the middle of Maya's nursery wearing a nursing tank that smelled strongly of sour milk and desperation. My husband, Dave, was hovering near...
The Honest Truth About Finding A Safe Newborn Teething Ring
When my oldest started gnawing his own fists off at four months, the unsolicited advice came flying at me faster than I could dodge it. My mom told me to just rub a little whiskey on his gums, my sweet...
The Search for the Best Cooling Blanket When Nobody Actually Sleeps
I asked three different people what to do about the fact that my wife and I were waking up at 3 am glued to our mattress like damp Post-it notes. My mum suggested leaving a window open, which in November...
Why Everyone Lies About Receiving Blankets On Baby Registries
I was exactly twenty-three weeks pregnant with my oldest, standing in the middle of a big box store aisle in town with that little plastic registry scanner gun, staring at a four-pack of flannel squares while my mom insisted we...
Why I Threw Out Most Of Our Learning Toys And What Actually Survived
It was exactly 4:13 AM on a random Tuesday in November, and I was wearing my husband Daveβs oversized college sweatshirt which had a highly questionable yogurt stain on the left shoulder. I was holding a lukewarm mug of yesterday's...
Surviving Baby Clothing Stores Without Losing Your Damn Mind
It was 7:45 PM on a random Tuesday in 2016, and I was standing in aisle four of one of those massive, fluorescent-lit baby clothing stores, eight months pregnant with Maya, sweating through a mustard-stained maternity tank top. My husband,...
Dear Past Me: The Real Truth About Finding A Local Baby Cafe
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago. You're sitting in the passenger seat of your sister's 2018 Subaru Outback, wearing those black leggings with the tiny hole in the left knee, balancing a sweating, lukewarm half-caff iced Americano between your...
The 3 AM Pajama Panic (And How I Finally Figured Out Baby Sleepwear)
It was 2:14 AM and the red numbers on my alarm clock were basically mocking me while I stood in the middle of our drafty farmhouse nursery trying not to have a complete meltdown. My oldest son was four weeks...
Dear Past Jess: Surviving The Great Baby Saja Demon Incident
Dear Jess of six months ago: Right now, you're standing in the hallway at 2:43 AM holding a shrieking three-year-old who's absolutely convinced the walls are bleeding. Your oldest is asleep in the next room, snoring peacefully, completely unaware that...