The Best Formula for Breastfed Babies (And How to Survive the Switch)
It was 2:14 in the morning with my oldest son, Wyatt, and I was sitting on the edge of the glider sobbing into a burp cloth. He was screaming like a banshee, rooting around like a little feral piglet, and...
Finding The Best Baby Detergent Without Losing Your Sanity
I was standing in my basement laundry room at 3:14 PM on a Tuesday, holding Mayaβs absolute favorite mustard-yellow onesie which was now covered in an ungodly amount of actual mustard-yellow poop, just completely frozen in panic because of the...
Finding the Best Baby Bouncer When You Just Need a Damn Shower
It was a Tuesday in November, raining sideways, and I was wearing a nursing bra that smelled intensely of sour milk and desperation. Maya was maybe eight weeks old. Leo was three and currently trying to feed the dog dry...
Dear Past Me: Just Buy the Damn Baby Shusher and Go to Sleep
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago, It's 2:14 AM in your sisterβs guest bedroom. You're wearing Dave's oversized Villanova hoodie that has a suspicious hardened crust on the left sleeve, and you're literally lightheaded from blowing air out of...
The Messy Truth About Raising Cute Babies (And Surviving The Crying)
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was trying to wrestle a screaming, four-day-old Leo out of a stiff, scratchy mustard-yellow linen romper that had, like, seventeen tiny wooden buttons. I was sweating through my nursing bra. My...
Baby Girl Coming Home Outfit: A Letter to My Exhausted Self
Dear Jess, You're currently sitting cross-legged on the nursery rug, 38 weeks pregnant, sweating right through your maternity bra while staring at three different browser tabs full of $80 smocked linen rompers. It's 2 AM, your sciatica is acting up,...
Baby Flat Head: My 3 AM Panic Spiral and What Actually Happened
It was 3:14 AM and I was wearing a nursing tank that smelled strongly of sour milk and sheer desperation. Leo, my firstborn, was exactly ten weeks old. He was fast asleep in his bassinet, totally oblivious, and I was...
What the bhad baby news taught me about newborn survival mode
The blue light from my phone was set to the absolute lowest brightness, but in the pitch black of our Portland bedroom at 3:17 AM, it still felt like staring directly into a laser pointer. My eleven-month-old daughter was asleep...
The Truth About Baby Blue Nails: When to Panic and When to Chill
Maya was exactly three weeks old, and we were sitting in a freezing local coffee shop because I had reached a level of sleep deprivation where I physically needed to be around other adult humans or I was going to...