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What A Pediatric Nurse Wants You To Know About Your Baby's Soft Spot
I used to sit at the triage desk at a major pediatric hospital in Chicago and watch the first-time dads walk in. They always carried the car seat completely rigid, holding their breath like they were transporting weapons-grade plutonium. But...
The Great 3 AM Lie About Your Baby's Sleep Schedule
I was sitting on the very edge of our squeaky nursery glider at 3:14 AM with my firstborn, glaring at a four-dollar tracking app on my phone that was flashing a red warning to tell me my three-week-old was "off...
Surviving the Absolute Chaos of Your First Real Baby's Out Day
I'm currently standing in the hallway holding a solitary, incredibly tiny sock. I've been standing here staring at the wallpaper for what feels like twelve minutes, entirely paralysed by indecision. I can hear one of my two-year-old twin daughters crying...
The Truth About Predicting Your Baby's Sex (And Baking Soda)
I was sitting cross-legged on the cold, unforgiving hexagonal tiles of our rental apartment’s bathroom at 3 AM, wearing my husband’s faded college sweatpants and holding a red plastic cup that contained a mixture of my own urine and Arm...
Surviving Baby's First Christmas (Without Losing Your Mind)
I was on my hands and knees under the dining room table at six in the morning, trying to fish a soggy clump of metallic green wrapping paper out of my oldest son's throat while he screamed like a banshee....
Why The Baby's Day Out Movie Cast Haunts My Anxious Dad Brain
Dear Marcus from exactly six months ago. Put down the lukewarm decaf. You're currently sitting on the couch in our Portland apartment, tracking the room temperature on your phone (it’s 71.4 degrees, which is apparently best) and staring at our...
Why the Baby's Day Movie Gives Me Major Panic Attacks Now
I was elbow-deep in a basket of aggressively stained toddler socks yesterday afternoon, desperately trying to find a single matching pair, when my husband walked into the living room and slapped a DVD on the coffee table. He’d found it...
The Day I Realized Baby's Breath Was Actually Ruining My Nursery
I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant, sweating completely through a maternity tank top in late August, staring at a giant wire hoop covered in dried white flowers that my mother had just proudly hung directly over the crib. It was supposed...
Why trendy baby's breath is actually a nursery nightmare
I was standing by the dessert table at my sister-in-law's aggressively rustic baby shower in Evanston when I watched my toddler make a dead sprint for the floor-length floral garland. Before I could even put down my lukewarm tea, he...