Why Dumb Tech Is Actually Better for Your Baby's Sleep
It was 2:14 AM and my phone was glowing an angry, pulsating red. The oxygen alarm was going off. I basically vaulted over my sleeping wife, kicked a laundry basket into the hallway wall, and burst into the nursery expecting...
The Truth About the Owlet Baby Monitor for Anxious Parents
It was 2:18 AM on a random Tuesday in November, and I was sitting on the very edge of our mattress in a milk-stained maternity bra and my husband's gray sweatpants, just openly staring at a softly glowing green ring...
Surviving The Baby Phase When Everyone Has Different Advice
I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant with my oldest, waddling through the aisles of our local grocery store just trying to buy some Tums, when a woman I had never met in my life stopped me to say I needed to...
Baby Chief Do It: 3 AM Rabbit Holes & Real Firmware Updates
Itβs 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, the exact temperature in our Portland apartment is 68.5 degrees, and I'm currently forty-five minutes deep into a TikTok wormhole trying to figure out why my eleven-month-oldβs behavior doesnβt match the internetβs benchmarks. My...
Forget The 2001 Myths: Keeping Your Baby Boy Alive And Thriving
I'm sitting on the nursery floor at three in the morning, holding my screaming infant, and staring at a hand-me-down parenting paperback my aunt insisted I read. It's a guide to raising boys, published right around the turn of the...
The Reality Of The Baby Box Trend (Cardboard Beds To Alarms)
I once had a first-time mother in the maternity ward ask me if she should throw out her expensive solid wood crib because a parenting blog told her infants only thrive in cardboard boxes. She was holding a beautifully printed...
The Absurdity of Adult Soap and Safe Toys for Your Toddler
I'm standing in our minuscule London bathroom at two in the morning, holding a writhing, screaming toddler at arm's length because she's somehow managed to achieve a nappy blowout that defies the basic laws of physics. It's quite literally everywhere....
What Nobody Tells You About Personalized Baby Gifts
I was sitting on a donut pillow in my cramped Chicago apartment, bleeding through postpartum mesh underwear, while my mother-in-law unboxed a neon pink fleece blanket the size of a parachute. It had my daughter's name embroidered across it in...
The Real Lesson Behind the Bhad Bhabie Baby Daddy Drama
When I was pregnant with my oldest, Maya, my grandmother sat me down at her kitchen table, pushed a cup of extremely weak Lipton tea toward me, and told me that a mother's only real job is to keep her...