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It was 3:14 am on a Tuesday, and it was raining that very specific, miserable type of London rain that seems to fall horizontally. Twin A was screaming because her socks were on, and Twin B was screaming because Twin...

There I was, wedged into a rocking chair that squeaked like a dying possum every time I moved, rocking my oldest, Wyatt, at three in the morning. He was screaming with the kind of red-faced, full-body fury that makes your...

"Sleep when the infant sleeps," my grandmother told me at my baby shower, sipping her sweet tea. "Hire a postpartum doula for fifty dollars an hour to do your laundry," said a girl I went to college with who now...

Don't let your overly enthusiastic mother-in-law convince you to buy forty boxes of Size N diapers when your doctor says you're measuring three weeks ahead, y'all. I'm just gonna be real with you, that massive tower of pristine white Huggies...

It was 3:14 AM, and I was pinned under my oldest son in a rocking chair that squeaked every time I shifted my weight. My C-section incision felt like it was actively unzipping, I smelled like sour milk, and my...