The reality of newborn wardrobes and the toy box triage
I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant sitting on the floor of the nursery folding a pair of microscopic stiff denim jeans. I actually ironed them. I think about that night a lot. I think about how profoundly stupid I was to...
Surviving the 3 AM Panic: A British Dad's Guide to Baby Rash Cream
The glow of the GroEgg in the corner of the nursery was an ominous, angry red, which felt entirely appropriate given what I was about to uncover inside Florence's sleepsuit. It was 3:14 in the morning, a time when human...
The Great Green Baby Panic: A Father's Descent Into Eco-Parenting
I was standing in our galley kitchen at 3:14 a.m., holding a disposable nappy that smelled vaguely of industrial solvent, when I realised my twin daughters were going to single-handedly destroy the ozone layer. Florence was screaming from the bassinet...
Honest Girl Baby Shower Themes That Will Not Make You Cringe
Dear Priya from exactly six months ago. You're currently sitting on the kitchen floor surrounded by three different shades of sage green cardstock while scrolling through baby shower themes, trying to figure out how to force fifty people to celebrate...
Letter To My Sleep-Deprived Self About This Incredibly Gassy Baby
Dear Jess from exactly six months ago. You're currently sitting on the edge of the glider in the nursery at 3:17 AM. You've got an Etsy order for fifty custom trucker hats due on Tuesday that you haven't even touched,...
Is It Floppy Baby Syndrome? Why Your Infant Feels Like A Ragdoll
My smartwatch buzzed with an abnormal heart rate alert right as my son's shoulders completely collapsed through my hands. It was week fourteen, roughly 2:15 AM, and I was just trying to execute a standard crib transfer. I had him...
A letter to my past self about having a first IVF baby
I'm currently staring at a giant red plastic sharps container sitting entirely too close to my half-empty, ice-cold mug of coffee on the bathroom counter. Itβs six months ago, and my best friend Rachel is sobbing on the phone because...
The Truth About Baby Skin Flare-Ups (And Why I Stopped Panicking)
I was sitting on the edge of the bathtub in Daveβs grey Georgetown hoodieβthe one that already had three distinct spit-up stains on the left shoulderβwatching my four-month-old son try to rub his own face off. Seriously. Little Leo was...
That Time My Winter Layering Mistake Caused a Heat Rash on Baby
It was 3 AM in mid-January, pitch black outside, and the wind was howling against our drafty Texas farmhouse windows. I unzipped my youngest sonβs fleece footie pajamasβthe absurdly thick ones shaped like a brown bear with little ears on...