Protecting Against Baby Bugs Without Losing Your Mind
My mother-in-law swore by a homemade paste of turmeric and neem oil that stained every piece of clothing we owned bright yellow. The incredibly put-together mom at our local park told me I just needed a proprietary blend of lavender...
The Ultimate Baby Poop Chart: A Letter to My Anxious Past Self
Listen, Priya of six months ago. You're currently standing in the semi-darkness of our freezing Chicago apartment at three in the morning, holding a soiled diaper mere inches from your face. You have your phone flashlight clamped between your teeth....
The Midnight Panic Search for Chest Rubs When Your Baby is Sick
There I was at two in the morning, holding a six-month-old who sounded like a broken coffee percolator, aggressively jabbing at my phone screen with one free thumb because the toddler had just sneezed directly into the baby's open mouth...
Finding a baby sitter near me without losing my mind
I'm standing in my own hallway, wearing hard pants for the first time in eight months, watching a nineteen-year-old named Chloe hold my son. She is holding him like a football. A fragile, screaming football. My husband is whispering that...
Raising a baby boi: When people expect a tiny, burly lumberjack
I'm currently holding my mate Daveβs six-month-old son at arm's length, waiting for the inevitable geyser of urine to subside. When you've twin girls, as I do, you get used to a certain radius of danger during nappy changes. With...
Dear Past Me: Surviving a Baby Bed Bug Nursery Infestation
Dear Past Jess, It's 3:14 AM. You're standing in the middle of the nursery in your mismatched pajamas, holding your phone flashlight exactly two inches from the crib mattress, trying your absolute hardest not to wake the baby or hyperventilate....
The brutal truth about your babies vaccine schedule and tears
The paper on the exam table sounds like a giant potato chip bag every time he kicks his chunky little legs. I'm staring at the metal tray holding three tiny syringes. I used to prep these exact trays. I've seen...
The 2 month old baby survival protocol: sleep, poop, and panicking ...
Listen, it's three in the morning and you're staring at the ceiling while your kid makes pterodactyl noises in the bassinet next to you. Your auntie's voice is echoing in your head, insisting that if you just put some rice...
The Staring Contest: The Truth About Baby Blue Eyes
At exactly 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, I found myself holding Twin A directly under the hallway spotlight, trying to determine if her irises were the colour of the ocean or just the murky grey of the Thames at low...