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Mother sitting in dark nursery holding a crying baby.

The Late Night Triage Guide for When Your Baby Won't Stop Crying

The radiator in our Chicago apartment was hissing that metallic, rhythmic sound it only makes in mid-February. My son was exactly six weeks old and screaming so hard his face was the color of a bruised eggplant. I spent six...

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Priya's baby sleeping in a wooden cradle beside a window in Chicago.

The Truth About Cradles and That Scalp Crust Nobody Mentions

The smell of lemon wood polish hit me the second I walked into our Chicago apartment with a three-day-old infant in my arms. Sitting right in the middle of our cramped living room was a massive, dark wood antique baby...

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How I Survived the Relentless Baby Crying Sound With Twin Girls

It was a Tuesday in mid-November, roughly 5:14 PM, when the air pressure in our London flat simply ceased to exist. I was holding a half-empty bottle of formula in one hand and a rogue, suspiciously damp sock in the...

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A tired dad staring at a blue nursery wall while holding an awake baby.

The Real Baby Blue Background Nobody Warned Me About

I’m standing in bedroom three with a roller brush dripping Sherwin-Williams "Serene Sky" onto my favorite sneakers, feeling incredibly smug. I was building the ultimate calming environment. I honestly thought that establishing a literal baby blue background on the walls...

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The Great Baby Audio Lie We All Fell For (And What Works)

It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in November, and I was standing perfectly still in the dead center of Maya’s nursery wearing a pair of maternity fleece pants that had a massive hole in the left thigh, terrified to...

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The Absolute Truth About Baby Alpaca (And Why My Kids Wear It)

I can still smell the sour milk and panic. It was February 2018, and I was standing in the middle of a crowded Brooklyn coffee shop, sweating through my own coat while frantically trying to unzip my four-month-old son from...

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Exhausted mom in a messy living room holding a crying newborn

Surviving the Fourth Trimester: When Your Newborn Owns You

I was wearing a nursing bra that smelled aggressively of sour milk and my husband Dave’s old college sweatpants with a mysterious crusty patch on the knee, standing in the kitchen at 3:17 AM swaying like a seasick sailor. Maya...

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Why We Blasted Baby Pluto To Survive The Fourth Trimester

It’s 3:17 AM on a Tuesday in November. I’m sitting in the driver’s seat of my husband Dave’s Honda Civic, parked securely in our own driveway with the engine idling. I’m wearing a gray fleece bathrobe that smells aggressively like...

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Exhausted dad holding a crying baby wrapped in an organic cotton blanket

A Letter To Myself About Surviving The Evening Scream Fest

I found this note sitting in my drafts folder from exactly six months ago. My mate Dave had just texted me from the pub (a man who currently thinks 'tired' means getting eight hours of sleep but waking up once...

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