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I was three hours deep into a TikTok scrolling paralysis on the nursery glider when I saw it. My toddler had finally surrendered to sleep, his breath doing that weird, uneven newborn rattle, and my screen was flashing a story...

I'm currently standing in my kitchen, staring at a beige splatter on the ceiling that used to be a highly nutritious, iron-fortified chicken and white bean puree, wondering where my journalism career went so spectacularly wrong. Twin A (Florence) is...

My mother-in-law proudly dragged it out of her attic last Tuesday like she was presenting me with the Holy Grail of parenting. It was a plastic, UFO-looking contraption with eight swiveling casters, a faded sticker of a bear, and a...