The absolute truth about lullabies for babies and infant sleep
I'm standing in the middle of our Chicago apartment and the radiator is hissing that metallic, dry heat sound. It's 3:14 in the morning. My son is four months old, his face is the color of a bruised plum, and...
What the Megan Fox baby tells us about surviving your late thirties
When my wife fell pregnant with our twins, her aunt cornered me at a family dinner to insist we buy a wipe-warmer because cold wet wipes supposedly cause long-term emotional damage. The very next day, my mate Ian—who has three...
Why Dumb Tech Is Actually Better for Your Baby's Sleep
It was 2:14 AM and my phone was glowing an angry, pulsating red. The oxygen alarm was going off. I basically vaulted over my sleeping wife, kicked a laundry basket into the hallway wall, and burst into the nursery expecting...
The Truth About Buying a Baby Monitor Camera (Before & After)
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was wearing a nursing bra that smelled like sour milk and, I don't know, absolute despair. I was sitting on the edge of the bed staring into the void when the...
The messy, entirely sleepless reality of baby growth spurts today
My mother-in-law was entirely convinced he was cold. My neighbor looked over the fence and diagnosed him with early teething. The lactation consultant at the clinic told me my milk supply was probably dipping and I just needed to eat...
The Truth About the Owlet Baby Monitor for Anxious Parents
It was 2:18 AM on a random Tuesday in November, and I was sitting on the very edge of our mattress in a milk-stained maternity bra and my husband's gray sweatpants, just openly staring at a softly glowing green ring...
Rockabye Baby: The Unfiltered Truth About 3 AM Infant Sleep
I was sitting in the dark at 3:14 AM with my oldest, Jackson, smelling vaguely of sour milk and utter desperation, rhythmically swaying in a hand-me-down wooden glider that shrieked on every single backswing. I was humming the only tune...
Midnight Feeds & Why Surprise Baby Daddy is the CEO Saved Me
It was 3:14 AM. I know this because I had checked the clock on the microwave four times in the last hour. I was wearing my husband Dave's gray sweatpants—the ones with the mysterious bleach stain on the left knee—and...
Watching Three Men And A Baby At 3AM Will Not Calm Your Nerves
Dear Tom of six months ago. You're currently sitting on the sofa in the pitch dark. It's 3:14 AM. You have one twin asleep on your left shoulder, drooling a thick, milky substance onto your only clean t-shirt, and the...