The 2 AM Panic: When Your Little One Finally Flips Over
It was exactly 2:13 AM on a Tuesday when the illusion of control in my parenting life officially shattered. My oldest, Leoβwho's now five and still my primary cautionary tale for most things in lifeβwas three and a half months...
The Myth of the Pretty Baby: Surviving the First Messy Months
3:14 AM. Tuesday. Or maybe Wednesday. I'm standing in the dark, heavily stained with an acidic mixture of formula and what I strongly suspect is Calpol, holding a screaming Twin A while Twin B begins to rustle ominously in the...
My toxic relationship with that glowing Baby Einstein aquarium
It's 3:14 AM on a Tuesday in November. I'm standing barefoot in the hallway, wearing a stained nursing tank that I still haven't washed even though my son Leo is three and Maya is eight months old, and I'm practically...
What I got totally wrong about the baby monitor as a pediatric nurse
It's three in the morning and I'm digitally zooming in on a pixelated chest, holding my own breath to see if my son is taking his. I spent five years on the pediatric floor at a Chicago hospital, managing central...
What I Got Completely Wrong About My First Baby Bouncer Seat
It was a Tuesday at like, 2 PM, and I was sitting on the damp bath mat in my tiny apartment bathroom, wearing a stained gray nursing bra and exactly one sock. Leo was three and a half weeks old....
The Reality Of Raising Kids And Baby Boomers
There I was on a Tuesday afternoon, up to my elbows in purΓ©ed peas, trying to keep the twins from using our poor golden retriever as a step stool, when my mom walked through the back door holding a drop-side...
Dear past me: Stop panicking about finding the perfect baby bassinet
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago. I know you're sitting there at the kitchen island in those stained grey maternity sweatpants you refuse to throw away, drinking your third cup of lukewarm French roast out of the chipped mug,...
The Great Baby Crib Survival Guide (And Mistakes I Actually Made)
I was sitting on the nursery floor at precisely 2:14 in the morning, a hex key clamped between my teeth, watching Twin A actively try to consume a wooden dowel while I wept quietly over a set of Swedish assembly...
How to keep your lil baby alive without losing your entire mind
Listen, I spent my first two weeks as a mother doing everything exactly wrong. It was three in the morning, and I was bouncing violently on a yoga ball, aggressively shushing while balancing my phone on my shoulder to play...