The contradictory truth about bambus decken and infant sleep
My mother-in-law told me I needed to wrap him in three layers of thick wool or he'd catch pneumonia in the middle of a Chicago July. The lactation consultant told me to use absolutely zero fabrics, stick to skin-to-skin only,...
Mein groΓes Garn-Desaster: Die richtige Wolle fΓΌr die Babydecke
Es war drei Uhr nachts an einem schwΓΌlen Augusttag. Ich war im achten Monat schwanger mit meinem Γltesten β der heute ΓΌbrigens mein wandelndes Warnschild fΓΌr so ziemlich jede Erziehungsentscheidung ist. Ich saΓ auf dem FuΓboden meines vΓΆllig ΓΌberhitzten Wohnzimmers...
The Physics Of A Kuscheldecke Gross (And Why I Tasered My Baby)
We were twenty minutes into a severely delayed family movie night, the Portland rain was hammering the windows, and I made a tactical error. I grabbed the massive, fluffy gray fleece blanket we bought at a big box store three...
Why tired British parents desperately need a groΓe kuscheldecke
It was 4:13 AM on a Tuesday, and I was pinned to the living room sofa under what was ostensibly sold to me as a "generously sized" throw. On my left collarbone lay Twin A, emitting a low, rhythmic wheeze...
Why I Googled Decke Merinowolle at 3 AM to Stop Baby Sweats
It was 2:43 AM on a Tuesday in late November. Rain was furiously hammering the window of our Portland duplex, and I was standing over my 11-month-old sonβs crib holding a digital infrared meat thermometer. He was screaming, obviously, but...
Troubleshooting Baby Quilts: Safety, Sleep, and Free Patterns
Three days after we brought our son home from the hospital, my wifeβs great-aunt mailed us a massive, handmade patchwork blanket that weighed roughly the same as a cinderblock, accompanied by a card instructing us to "wrap him up tight...
Late Night Lullabies: Its All Over Now Baby Blue Chords & The Blues
When we brought my oldest son home from the hospital, my mom immediately told me to put him in his crib, shut the heavy wooden door, and let his lungs develop by crying it out. Bless her heart, she survived...
Dear past Priya: Surviving the bunny blanket hostage crisis
It's 2:14 in the morning and you're currently army-crawling across the nursery rug, sweeping your hand under the crib like a frantic metal detector. You're looking for a twelve-inch piece of fabric with a stuffed rabbit head attached to it....
Surviving the Night Sweats: A Dadβs Guide to Bamboo Blankets
It was 2:14 AM in the middle of a freak Portland August heatwave, and the Nanit camera monitor above the crib was glowing with a red 78-degree warning. My son, who was about eight weeks old at the time, was...