How to survive a woven baby wrap without losing your mind
I was standing in the hallway at two in the morning. Maya was screaming the kind of red-faced scream that sets off your fight or flight response. I was holding a five-meter strip of linen like it was a giant...
The Truth About That First Xray of Baby Teeth (A Letter to Past Me)
Dear Jess from last October. I know exactly where you're right now. You're currently trapped in the waiting room of Dr. Evans' pediatric dental office, sweating entirely through your favorite vintage baby tee, watching Wyatt systematically dismantle a wooden bead...
Late Night Lullabies: Its All Over Now Baby Blue Chords & The Blues
When we brought my oldest son home from the hospital, my mom immediately told me to put him in his crib, shut the heavy wooden door, and let his lungs develop by crying it out. Bless her heart, she survived...
The Brutal Reality Behind the Romantic Let's Have a Baby Idea
I'm standing in the kitchen at 3 a.m. scraping dried spit-up off my shoulder while my husband snores from the guest bedroom. Four years ago he pulled out a ring on a beach in Mexico and whispered marry me let's...
Lord Baby Runs a Romance Fantasy With Cash 92 vs. My Twins
The digital clock on the nursery wall glared at me: 3:14 AM. The room smelled distinctly of stale Calpol and desperation. In the left cot, Evie was violently chewing the wooden bars like a tiny, furious beaver. In the right...
The Existential Dread of Nursery Organization at 2 AM
I'm currently sitting cross-legged on the floor of my daughter's room at 2:14 AM, using a camping headlamp to sort her organic cotton socks by color gradient. The smart thermostat is locked at exactly 69.5 degrees, the humidifier is outputting...
Why Chasing the Myth of the Unicorn Baby Nearly Ruined My First Year
It was 3:14 AM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on the floor of the nursery in a tragically stained Nirvana t-shirt that smelled heavily of sour milk and desperation. Maya was three months old, and she was screaming....
Why A Baby Ashlee Telegram Search Is A Huge Red Flag For Parents
The glowing screen of my twelve-year-old nephew's borrowed iPad illuminated my dark living room at two in the morning. My toddler was going through an absolute nightmare of a sleep regression, and I just needed to cast a ten-hour brown...
The american baby austin film fest buzz and maternal isolation
Room four was always the coldest in pediatric triage. I used to pull my fleece jacket tight while taking vitals, but the teenage girl sitting on the exam table didn't seem to notice the chill. She was nineteen, thirty-six weeks...