Dear Me: Surviving Your First Little Baby And The Fourth Trimester
It's three in the morning right now. You're sitting in the dark nursery, covered in a sticky fluid you're too tired to identify, rocking a screaming infant while questioning every life choice that led you here. I know you feel...
The 3 AM Survival Guide Inspired By Justin Bieber Baby Lyrics
It's 3:14 AM and I'm staring at the frozen slush on the Chicago streets below our apartment window, shifting my weight from my left hip to my right hip in a hypnotic, desperate rhythm. My daughter is screaming with the...
The Real Cost of Saying Hello Baby: Surviving the First Weeks
I was standing in my kitchen at 3:17 AM wearing a stained nursing bra and my husband's old high school track shorts, violently bouncing my screaming oldest child while crying into a cold cup of chamomile tea. The dog was...
What the Gisele Bundchen Baby News Taught Me About Over-40 Pregnancy
It was a Tuesday, I was wearing yoga pants with an unidentifiable yogurt stain on the left knee, standing in the aisle at Target staring blankly at diaper cream when three different people gave me completely contradicting advice about having...
What nobody tells you about that first postpartum menstrual cycle
Listen, the biggest lie anyone will ever tell you in those hazy early days is that nursing your baby is a foolproof way to pause your menstrual cycle for a year. I was sitting on my toilet in our cramped...
My absolute meltdown over thrush in babies (and how we survived)
It was exactly 3:14 AM. I know this because the glowing green numbers on our microwave were practically burning into my retinas while I stood barefoot on the freezing kitchen tile. Maya was maybe four weeks old at the time,...
Did Jessica Sanchez Finally Have Her Baby? A Postpartum Warning
Dear Tom from six months ago, You're currently sitting on the floor of our terribly drafted London flat, attempting to assemble a twin nursing pillow that looks like a life raft, while your wife glowers at you from her birthing...
Surviving the evening screams with your sanity mostly intact
There was a specific time, 6:13 PM to be exact, when the atmosphere in our London flat would shift from manageable chaos to complete psychological warfare. You could set a watch by it. The girls would be lying there, looking...
The Search Query That Completely Ruined My Tuesday Night
My thumbs were hovering over the search bar at 3:14 AM, the harsh glare of my smartphone illuminating the spit-up stain on my shoulder. I was just trying to buy clothes. Specifically, I wanted our 11-month-old son to look less...