Raising An Honest Baby: The Myth That Is Driving Us Absolutely Mad
I'm standing in aisle nine at the grocery store, holding a wailing 18-month-old on my left hip while aggressively squinting at the microscopic font on the back of a lotion bottle. The cart wheel is squeaking, my back is sweating,...
Sorting through the quiet hospital aftermath of a stillborn baby
My mother-in-law told my friend to pack up the entire nursery before she even got home from the hospital so she wouldn't have to look at the empty crib. A hospital bereavement counselor suggested keeping the door wide open to...
The "Maybe Baby" Fantasy vs. Bringing Home Your Actual Newborn
It was 3:17 in the morning, and the blue light from my smartphone was practically burning my retinas as I sat in the rocking chair, desperately trying to log exactly how many ounces of breastmilk my oldest had just choked...
My Postpartum Ink Regrets & The Truth About Lil Baby Tattoos
Itβs exactly 9:43 PM on a random Tuesday, and I'm sitting on the edge of our freezing porcelain bathtub wearing a pair of gray sweatpants that definitely have three-day-old strawberry yogurt crusted on the thigh, actively sobbing over my four-year-oldβs...
What The Kodak Black Baby Mama Drama Teaches Us About Co-Parenting
Dear Jess from six months ago. You're currently sitting on the cold linoleum floor of the laundry room. It's somewhere around 2:17 in the morning, and you've dried spit-up crusted onto the shoulder of your only clean t-shirt. The dryer...
What Keke Palmer Baby Daddy Drama Taught Me About Boundaries
I'm sitting on the cold tile floor of my sisterβs bathroom at 2 AM, wearing yesterdayβs yoga pants with a weird yogurt stain on the knee, holding a lukewarm cup of coffee I've literally microwaved three times. My sister is...
The Brutal Truth About Bouncing Your Infant In A Plastic Cage
When my middle child turned five months old, my mother dragged a massive, brightly colored, heavily plastic contraption into my living room right in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner. It was one of those freestanding bouncing activity centers that takes...
The Brutal Truth About the Infantino Baby Carrier (My Meltdown)
I was standing in the Target parking lot at 2 PM on a sweltering Tuesday, wearing maternity leggings with a crusty mystery stain on the left knee, desperately trying to click a piece of stiff plastic into another piece of...
I Can Be Your Hero Baby: Why the Supermom Myth is Total Trash
I was standing at the kitchen sink yesterday, elbow-deep in cold dishwater and crusted oatmeal, when my throwback playlist shuffled to Enrique Iglesias. Right as he dramatically whispered that he can be your hero, baby, I actually snorted so loud...