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My toddler hiding from thunder under a Kianao organic blanket.

Processing the Baby Storme News While Riding Out a Real Storm

It was 2:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was wedged between a vacuum cleaner and a giant cardboard box of winter coats in our windowless hallway closet, trying to keep a four-year-old, a two-year-old, and a four-month-old quiet while...

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Empty wooden baby crib with a folded beige blanket in a dimly lit room

Sorting through the quiet hospital aftermath of a stillborn baby

My mother-in-law told my friend to pack up the entire nursery before she even got home from the hospital so she wouldn't have to look at the empty crib. A hospital bereavement counselor suggested keeping the door wide open to...

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Mom looking at a wooden keepsake box holding a tiny hospital bracelet and sonogram

A letter to myself about surviving the loss of our baby angel

You're sitting on the bathroom floor holding a plastic wand with two pink lines, completely oblivious to the fact that in exactly twenty-two weeks, you'll be sitting on this exact same tile holding a cardboard memory box from the hospital....

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Pediatric nurse's guide to newborn safe sleep spaces and hidden pregnancy resources.

The Kentucky Cheerleader Case: Hidden Pregnancy and Safe Sleep

The biggest myth parents believe is that concealed pregnancies only happen in made-for-tv movies or to families who never speak to each other. We sit around in our comfortable living rooms and tell ourselves we'd instantly know if our own...

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A dad looking at his phone in the dark nursery thinking about infant loss

Why the Kayla Vesia Baby News Broke My Brain as a New Dad

It was 3:17 AM. My 11-month-old was finally asleep, doing that weird starfish pose that aggressively takes up eighty percent of the crib real estate. The room smelled faintly of diaper cream and exhausted desperation. I was sitting on the...

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Tired mom sitting on nursery floor looking at phone in the dark

The Kentucky Cheerleader Case and My Postpartum Wake-Up Call

I was sitting cross-legged on the linoleum floor of my laundry room at 3:14 AM, aggressively folding a pile of those impossibly tiny baby socks that somehow always lose their mates, when the headline popped up on my phone screen....

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A folded terracotta and white baby blanket on a wooden rocking chair

What Is a Rainbow Baby? The Complicated Truth

The monitor is beeping a steady, boring 145 beats per minute, but the woman on the paper-covered table is still holding her breath. She has her eyes squeezed shut, her hands gripping the plastic edges of the bed so hard...

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A simple wooden memory box sitting on a folded cotton blanket

Surviving the Heartbreak Nobody Wants to Talk About

Don't bring a grieving mother a tuna casserole and tell her that God just needed another angel. I was standing in my kitchen, wearing the same stained sweatpants I’d had on for three days, holding a lukewarm Pyrex dish while...

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A tired dad sitting in a dark nursery looking at a baby monitor on his phone

When the Alex Vesia News Hits Your 3 AM Dad-Brain Anxiety Spiral

It was exactly 3:14 AM. The Portland rain was aggressively pelting our bedroom window, sounding like someone dropping gravel on a tin roof, and I was lying frozen under the duvet. My 11-month-old son was in the nursery next door...

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