The Love Is Blind Megan Baby Drama Actually Makes Complete Sense
It's 3:14 AM. The kitchen floor is strangely sticky under my bare feet, and I'm furiously doomscrolling through an absolute hurricane of internet outrage with my thumb clamped over my phone's speaker so the autoplay videos don't wake the one...
The Brutal Truth About Little Me Baby Clothes and Newborn Wardrobes
I'm currently sitting on my bedroom floor, staring at a miniature tweed blazer on a tiny wooden hanger. My mother-in-law sent it for the baby, and bless her heart, she means well. But my six-month-old currently spends his waking hours...
The lie of the pristine soap baby and other bath time truths
Dear Priya of six months ago. You're currently sitting on the cold bathroom tiles at two in the morning. You're holding a screaming, slippery infant who smells aggressively of artificial lavender. He is covered in suds, you're soaked in lukewarm...
The Stork Baby Myth and the Brutal Reality of Postpartum
My mother-in-law walked into my Chicago apartment holding a massive stuffed white bird with a little cloth bundle in its beak. She placed it right next to the bassinet, beaming with that specific kind of grandmotherly pride. I just stared...
The unglamorous truth of raising a super diaper baby
The digital clock on my nightstand said 2:14 AM, and the wind off Lake Michigan was rattling our bedroom windows. My husband was standing near the door holding a tub of wet wipes like he was waiting for someone to...
The Truth About Johnson's Baby Lotion and Millennial Guilt
I was standing in the infant care aisle of Target at 9:43 PM on a random Tuesday, eight months pregnant with Maya, wearing my husband Daveβs horribly stained college sweatpants, and having a low-grade panic attack while staring at a...
My chaotic journey with johnson and johnson baby powder
I'm currently staring at a pristine, vintage-looking white bottle that my mother-in-law managed to smuggle into our London flat like highly illegal contraband. She placed it next to the nappies with a conspiratorial wink, whispering that the twins "needed to...
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...
The Real Deal on Vitamin D for Babies (And Why It's So Messy)
The coconut oil carrier fluid was running all the way down my left elbow, pooling in the crook of my arm, and dripping onto the dogβs head. It was 2:14 AM. My oldest, Jackson, was exactly three weeks old, screaming...