What Pediatricians Think About Aveeno Baby Lotion And Eczema
I was sitting on the bathroom floor at 2 AM, trying to rub a thirty-dollar artisanal calendula cream into my screaming four-month-old. Her skin was still peeling like a sunburn. I had convinced myself that because I was a pediatric...
A Letter To Myself About The Spider Baby Panic
Dear Priya from six months ago. You're currently standing in the doorway of the nursery at two in the morning, holding the Dyson stick vacuum like it's a loaded weapon. You're wearing a milk-stained nursing bra from yesterday, your eyes...
Keeping your real newborn alive during the plastic toy craze
My mother-in-law told me to rub mustard oil in the baby's ears to prevent winter infections. My old charge nurse swore I had to wake him every two hours on the dot or his blood sugar would tank. The barista...
The Boho Decor Disaster: Why Baby's Breath Flowers and Toddlers Clash
I was halfway through positioning a wicker basket that cost more than my first car when I noticed one of the twins chewing thoughtfully on what looked like a dried twig. We were attempting a DIY first-birthday photoshoot in our...
The Truth About Baby Saja Wallpaper, Screen Time, and Nursery Air
I was sitting on the floor of my three-year-oldβs room yesterday, scraping a fossilized piece of oatmeal off the back of my phone case with my thumbnail, while bouncing my fussy youngest on my hip. I was exhausted, my brain...
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...
Rosemarys Baby Skincare: Herb Safety And Motherhood Anxiety
Listen, my living room smelled like eucalyptus and deep regret. I was staring at a dark green glass dropper bottle at two in the morning, holding my four-month-old son who was currently covered in a bright red, furious rash. The...
Dear Jess: The Honest Truth About The Baby Milo Confusion
Dear Jess from six months ago, I know you're sitting on the porch right now, sweating through a t-shirt in this ridiculous Texas humidity, staring at your phone while the toddler tries to feed gravel to the dog. You're exhausted....
Dear Past Me: Surviving The Literal Baby Bat And Bath Time Chaos
Dear Sarah from six months ago, It's exactly 7:14 PM on a Tuesday and you're currently kneeling on the damp bathroom tiles in an oversized, bleach-stained Nirvana t-shirt that you haven't washed in a week. You're dripping with lukewarm water...