Dear Past Me: Please Stop Stressing Over the Baby Weight Chart
I was cleaning out my messy Google Drive about 6 months ago—looking for a recipe I never ended up making—and I found a draft of a letter I had started writing to my past self. I was looking at old...
The Midnight Maths of Baby Fever Medicine
The iPhone torch was wedged firmly between my teeth, casting a terrifying Blair Witch underglow across the nursery while I squinted at a tiny, sticky plastic syringe. It was 3:14 AM. Twin A was screaming in a pitch that vibrated...
The absolute physical reality of raising a genuinely big baby
I'm standing in the middle of our dimly lit bedroom, sweating through a t-shirt, attempting to pull a cotton sleepsuit over my daughter's left thigh. The label, stitched with mocking delicacy, reads 'Up to 1 Month'. As I try to...
Mom Truths: Those Brooklyn Baby Lana Del Rey Lyrics Explained
It was 2017. Maya was roughly six months old, and I was sitting on the severely scratched hardwood floor of our third-floor walk-up in Park Slope. My hair was twisted into a greasy topknot that was probably 40 percent dry...
Burt's Bees Baby Sizing Is Completely Unhinged And I Love It
It was exactly 2:14 AM. I know this because the glowing red numbers on the cheap digital clock my husband insisted we keep in the nursery were burning a hole into my retinas. Maya was four months old, screaming like...
The 2026 Chinese Gender Calendar: A 50/50 Coin Toss
I was wearing Dave’s stained college sweatpants, sitting cross-legged on the cold bathroom tile, holding a dripping pregnancy test in one hand and frantically trying to do lunar math on my phone calculator with the other. My coffee was sitting...
Costco Baby Wipes: The 2 AM Rash Panic And What I Learned
The digital thermometer on the nursery wall said it was exactly 68.5 degrees, but I was sweating through my t-shirt. It was 2:14 AM, the Portland rain was actively trying to breach our window seals, and my son was screaming...
Why Your Baby Won't Stop Crying (And Why It’s Not Your Fault)
It was 4:13 AM on a Tuesday. I know this because my phone was illuminated on the kitchen counter, showing a weird crying baby gif my husband Dave had just texted me from the next room in a sleep-deprived delirium....
The Honest Truth About Taking a Disney Baby to the Theme Parks
My mother-in-law cornered me in the kitchen, squinted over her coffee mug, and told me I was throwing money straight down the drain because "the child won't remember a single second of it." Two hours later, my best friend from...