The Gross But Normal Truth About Your Infant's Crusty Flaky Scalp
Dear Sarah from exactly six months ago, You're currently sitting on your sister's absolutely hideous beige sectionalβthe exact one you told her not to buy because it shows literally every single spit-up stainβholding your brand new nephew. You're wearing those...
What is Jaundice in Babies? Surviving the Tiny Satsuma Phase
It was day three with the twins, and I was standing by our bedroom window in the bleak gray wash of a London November afternoon, holding Florence up to the light like a counterfeit twenty-pound note. She was asleep, completely...
Baby Brent Newborn Myths: The Truth About Surviving the First Year
I was on FaceTime yesterday with my sister-in-law, balancing my phone on a teetering stack of half-folded laundry while my middle child tried to feed the dog a stale Cheerio, and she was crying. Real, heavy, shoulder-shaking tears. She just...
Decoding Weird Baby Breaths: A Nurse's Guide to Not Panicking
3:14 AM. My phone flashlight was pressed flat against my palm to dim the glare, casting a weird, jaundiced shadow across the bassinet. I hadn't blinked in what felt like forty minutes. As a former pediatric nurse in Chicago, I've...
The Brutal Truth About Buying Baby Boy Clothing
Dear Jess from six months ago, sitting on the floor of the nursery at two in the morning, crying over a mountain of hand-me-downs. You're currently surrounded by three giant trash bags of stuff from when Liam was born, and...
The brutal truth about buying a stroller and car seat travel system
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the floor of the nursery surrounded by cardboard boxes and packing styrofoam. You're quietly crying because the plastic adapters for the infant car seat don't seem to fit the stroller...
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...
The 3 AM hostage negotiation and the baby daisy aesthetic
The digital clock on the dresser said 3:14 AM. The wind coming off Lake Michigan was rattling the bedroom window, but that wasn't what woke me. It was the distinct, unmistakable sound of a bodily fluid breaching containment. I stood...
The Great Baby Diaper Delusion: What Nobody Tells You About The Poop
"You absolutely have to use cloth, it's the only way to avoid the toxins," my mother-in-law said, handing me a stack of what looked like medieval torture bandages while I was exactly thirty-eight weeks pregnant and sweating through my maternity...