Surviving Wedding Season Postpartum in a Sachin and Babi Dress
My mother-in-law told me to wear a loose silk sari and just pin the pallu strategically. My best friend told me to squeeze into medical-grade shapewear and a slip dress so I'd feel like my old pre-baby self. My postpartum...
That 3 AM "Sherry Baby" Google Search That Actually Saved My Sanity
It was 3:14 AM and I was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that had a mysterious crusty stain on the left knee which could have been spit-up or maybe hummus from two days ago. The biggest lie they tell...
My Gangster Baby Daddy Pampers Me To Paradise: Real Dad Take
"Just let her sleep when the baby sleeps," my mom told me over FaceTime, which is mathematically impossible unless I also figure out how to sleep when the baby sleeps, and then who exactly is watching the dog or paying...
What Is The Matter Baby? Surviving The 3 AM Newborn Panic Mode
Itβs 3:17 AM, and I'm standing in the middle of a nursery that smells vaguely of sour milk and desperation, bouncing my oldest son so hard Iβm giving myself shin splints. He is wailing like a banshee. My husband walks...
The Co-Parenting Chaos Nobody Warns You About
I'm sitting in my minivan outside a Starbucks in River North watching my friend do a custody handoff that looks exactly like a Code Blue in the ER. Just pure, uncoordinated panic. She's shoving a heavy diaper bag at her...
The Myth of the Super Baby: What I Wish I Knew Six Months Ago
It's three in the morning. I'm sitting on the nursery rug, holding a high-contrast black-and-white flashcard of a geometric panda mere inches from my son's face. He is not looking at the panda. He is deeply, profoundly interested in the...
Lil Baby Baby Mama Drama: The Mental Load Of Modern Parenting
Dear Marcus from six months ago, It's 3:14 AM. You're pinned under a sleeping infant who has somehow gained the density of a dying star. Your left arm went numb twenty minutes ago, but you're absolutely terrified to move because...
Kat Timpf's Birth Story Proves We Can't Control Everything
I was sitting on the floor of our Portland apartment, watching my 11-month-old systematically try to dismantle the baseboards with his two bottom teeth, when I decided to permanently delete the color-coded Notion database I had built for his birth....
The 3 AM Breakdown When I Realized That The Baby Is Actually You
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on the cold linoleum of my hallway, sobbing into a burp cloth that smelled heavily of sour milk. My oldest son, Wyattβwho now at age four is a perfectly...