How to prevent a baby driver death and beat parenting autopilot
It was 2017, I was wearing these horrific grey maternity leggings that I refused to throw away even though Maya was already ten months old, and I was sitting at a red light on 4th Avenue with iced coffee literally...
Why I Stopped Tracking Baby Development by Week With My Third
It was 3:17 AM, and the harsh blue light from my phone screen was probably blinding my firstborn as I frantically refreshed a developmental tracker app while nursing in our rocking chair. The app was practically screaming at me that...
Can Babies Get High From Breastfeeding? The Brutally Honest Truth
It was 3:14 AM. I was sitting in our creaky nursery glider wearing a pair of my husband Dave's gym shorts that smelled faintly of old protein powder, nursing a four-month-old Leo who was aggressively pinching my left boob. My...
That Christmas Baby Please Come Home Year (Letter To Past Me)
Dear Sarah of exactly six months ago, You're currently sitting in the driver's seat of our crusty Honda Pilot, parked outside a CVS in what can only be described as a disrespectful amount of snow, aggressively crying into a lukewarm...
The Claire Saffitz Pregnancy and The Truth About Baking For Two
The biggest lie the baking world feeds pregnant women is that the raw egg is the villain. Listen. I spent six years in pediatric triage and let me tell you a secret. The eggs are usually fine. It's the raw...
The reality of bringing home a collodion baby
The page came through right at 3 AM during a brutal winter shift at Northwestern Memorial. The attending OB's voice on the phone was just a fraction tighter than usual, which in hospital triage terms means you grab the crash...
Why The Crack Baby Mitski Search Term Ruined My Tuesday Night
I was sitting cross-legged on the floor at eleven o'clock on a Tuesday, elbow-deep in a basket of sour-smelling toddler pajamas, when I saw it. The family iPad, which is supposed to be locked down tighter than Fort Knox, was...
Confessions on Raising a Brainy Baby Without Losing Your Mind
Dear Jess of six months ago: I see you sitting on the rug in our Texas living room, sweating through your shirt, surrounded by Mandarin language flashcards, trying to get a ten-week-old to focus on high-contrast black-and-white shapes while the...
The Truth About Postpartum Anxiety and the bhad babie cancer News
My phone buzzed so hard it nearly vibrated right off the kitchen counter into a pile of smashed bananas. I was up to my elbows in dish soap, aggressively trying to scrape yesterday's dried oatmeal off the highchair tray, when...