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What The Hailey Bieber Baby News Actually Taught Me About Postpartum
Three different people gave me completely different advice the week before my oldest was born, and not a single bit of it was helpful. My mom sat at my kitchen island, swirling the ice in her sweet tea, and promised...
How to Actually Raise a Happy Baby (And Not Lose Your Mind)
Dear Jess of exactly six months ago. You're currently standing in the kitchen at 2:14 AM wearing a milk-stained nursing bra and mismatched pajama pants, crying into a cold cup of coffee while the baby screams like you've deeply offended...
Debugging a Midnight Panic: The Harlequin Baby Mix-Up Explained
Don't, under any circumstances, type the phrase "harlequin baby" into your phone at 3:14 AM while your infant is sleeping on their side. Just trust me on this one. I was sitting in the nursery rocking chair, running on maybe...
Buying a high chair without losing your mind
My mother-in-law told me to just feed him on the floor like we did back home. My favorite shift-nurse at the hospital swore by strapping them into a bouncer with a bottle. And an influencer I hate-follow insisted that if...
The nuclear bomb versus coughing infant joke and real colds
Listen. When my son developed his first real chest rattle, I received three distinct pieces of advice within a single hour. My desi mother-in-law told me to heat mustard oil with raw garlic and rub it on the soles of...
The 'I Had a Baby Without You Dailymotion' Solo Parent Truth
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was covered in a highly suspicious layer of what I stubbornly told myself was only pureed sweet potato. Twin A was asleep on my chest, breathing with the heavy, damp rattle...
How I Finally Decoded My 11-Month-Old's I Love You Baby Signals
Itβs 3:14 AM, and the hallway floorboards are creaking under my exact, heavily mapped pacing route. Heβs arching his back like heβs trying to bridge a network connection with the ceiling, and my brain is completely empty of any actual,...
Debugging the Jogging Stroller: When Can We Actually Run?
I was exactly 400 meters into my first postpartum run around Mt. Tabor, pushing our everyday walking stroller, when the front wheel hit a stray pinecone and the entire chassis vibrated like a smartphone receiving an emergency alert. Inside the...
Dear Past Me: Surviving The First Year And That Lil Baby Age
Dear Sarah from six months agoβ Actually, wait. No. Maya is seven and Leo is four now. So writing a letter to myself from six months ago would just be me aggressively telling myself to buy more coffee before the...