The midnight triage of baby sleep and staying remotely sane
Listen. It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in February, and the wind was howling off Lake Michigan loudly enough to rattle the bedroom windows. I was standing in the dark, holding a screaming four-month-old at arm's length because a...
Troubleshooting The Baby Come Back Phase Without Losing Your Mind
2:14 PM. Portland is doing that misty drizzle thing outside where it's not quite raining but you still get entirely wet. I've stepped exactly 3.4 feet away from the playmat to grab my lukewarm coffee from the side table. I...
Is It Teething or That Dreaded Ear Infection? My 3 AM Guide
It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday. Maya was about seven months old, and I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that definitely had mashed avocado crusted onto the left knee from lunch. My husband was pacing the living...