How To Actually Survive Your Trench Baby Without Losing Your Mind
It was three in the morning and the Chicago winter wind was violently rattling our bedroom window. I was sitting on the edge of the mattress, glaring at my phone screen in the dark. I had three different tracking apps...
Processing the Tragic University of Kentucky Cheerleader Baby News
It was 5:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on the sticky linoleum of my kitchen floor in sweatpants that smelled faintly of string cheese, trying to drink coffee that had been microwaved three times already. I was...
What the Wendy Ortiz baby daddy drama gets right about parenting
The screen brightness on my phone is turned all the way down to a dull gray. Outside, the Chicago winter wind is doing that thing where it sounds like a dying animal against the windowpanes. It's two in the morning....
How Does Preeclampsia Affect the Baby? My NICU Story
It's 2:14 PM on a Tuesday and I'm wearing these absolutely hideous mustard-colored maternity leggings that I bought on clearance at Target, sweating through my third cup of lukewarm decaf. I'm sitting on that terrible crinkly paper of the exam...
Why We Are Obsessed With The Homeless Billionaire Baby Daddy
My mother-in-law told me I just needed to pray harder to find my village. The lactation consultant at the hospital said I needed to schedule self-care in fifteen-minute increments. My best friend, three margaritas deep, told me to just download...
The Honest Truth About Postpartum Baby Botox For Mothers
It was ninety-eight degrees in the Target parking lot, my three-year-old was actively trying to liberate himself from his five-point harness using a rogue pretzel stick, and the baby was screaming a pitch that I'm fairly certain violated several local...
The Real Meaning Behind Baby Blue Lyrics & The Actual Baby Blues
Don't, under any circumstances, attempt to freestyle a soothing melody based purely on a song's title at three in the morning while holding an angry infant. I learned this the hard way. I've twin girls, which means my entire existence...
The Medical Illusion of Your Scheduled Baby Arrival Timeline
I was sitting at the pediatric triage desk with a lukewarm chai in a foam cup when a woman waddled in, practically vibrating with panic. She was holding a crumpled ultrasound printout and crying because she was forty weeks and...
The Emmanuel Haro Case: Facing The Real Threat To Our Babies
I was sitting on my living room floor knee-deep in a pile of shipping mailers for my Etsy shop, trying to desperately fold laundry with my other hand while the baby was miraculously asleep for five consecutive minutes, when the...