What Happens When You Look Up Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby Lyrics
It was 3:17 AM on a Tuesday, and I was wearing my husband Dave's oversized grey college hoodie that smelled faintly of old garlic and desperation. Leo, who was about six months old at the time, was screaming with the...
What You Actually Need to Know About the Safe Haven Baby Box
I was knee-deep in folding tiny, mismatched socks yesterday when my phone buzzed with a notification from our local county Facebook moms group that immediately spiked my blood pressure. Y'all, it was an absolute mess. Somebody had posted a news...
Why googling "Luna baby" at 3 AM is actually a terrible idea
I'm sitting on the cold, hexagonal tile of my master bathroom floor, and it's exactly 3:14 AM. I know it's 3:14 AM because the glowing red numbers on the digital clock Dave insisted we put in there are glaring at...
Don't Throw the Baby Out With the Bathwater: Note to Past Priya
It's three in the morning on a Tuesday. You're currently standing over the kitchen garbage can, holding a sleep sack covered in what we clinically refer to as a code brown. You're debating whether to just burn the garment, the...
What I Wish I Knew About the VAVA Baby Monitor
Listen. I know you're sitting on the edge of the glider right now, staring at a frozen smartphone app while your six-month-old cries in the other room. It's 3 AM in Chicago. The radiator is hissing. Your Wi-Fi router just...
The Real Reason Babies Never Actually Sleep With Custom Blankets
There's a massive disconnect between the baby gear you think you need before the kid arrives and the reality of keeping a tiny human alive. Before our son Leo was born, my mental image of fatherhood involved a lot of...
My 3 AM breakdown over a 700-year-old pregnancy prediction chart
Listen, the bathroom tiles were freezing against my bare legs, and my phone screen was turned down to that barely-visible dim setting so I wouldn't wake my husband. I was exactly seven weeks pregnant. I felt like I had swallowed...
Why That Baby Swing Is A Lifesaver (And A Total Anxiety Trap)
It was a Tuesday in November, right around 3 PM, and I was wearing a pair of maternity leggings that smelled vaguely of old spit-up and desperation. Maya was maybe two months old. She had been screaming for what felt...
Best Bottles for Breastfed Babies: A Messy Transition Story
We were sitting in booth 42 at the Olive Garden off Interstate 35, and I was actively ruining everyone's lunch. My oldest son was four weeks old, screaming at a pitch that I'm pretty sure shattered a breadstick, and my...