The kriss_baby monitor panic and why your nursery needs a digital d...
The green light on the nursery camera was blinking out of sync with the router. It's a tiny detail, but when you spend your days working pediatric triage, you get highly attuned to the rhythm of blinking lights. In the...
What the King Harris Baby Drama Taught Me About Surviving Newborns
Dear Jess from six months ago. I know exactly where you're right now, and I'm just gonna be real with you—you need to put the phone down. You're sitting on the very edge of the rocking chair in the nursery,...
What the Katrina babies taught me about parenting in a crisis
It was a wet Tuesday afternoon in November when the kitchen ceiling began to ominously bow, creating a distended, watery underbelly right above the toaster. A pipe had burst somewhere in the floorboards above, and as I desperately tried to...
Josh and Aubree Jones Named Their Baby Disney (And I Get It)
Dear past Tom You're currently sitting on the bathroom floor at 3:14 AM, using a cold, damp flannel to wipe what you fervently hope is pureed parsnip off your left shoulder. Beatrice (the twin who currently believes she's a domesticated...
Surviving The Dust Cloud: Johnson's Baby Powder & Nappy Rash
It’s 3:14 AM on a Tuesday. The heating in our London flat is making that ominous clanking sound that usually precedes a massive repair bill, and Florence (Twin A, currently the undisputed heavyweight champion of dramatic screaming) has decided her...
The Truth About Johnson's Baby Lotion and Millennial Guilt
I was standing in the infant care aisle of Target at 9:43 PM on a random Tuesday, eight months pregnant with Maya, wearing my husband Dave’s horribly stained college sweatpants, and having a low-grade panic attack while staring at a...
A letter to myself about Johnson and Johnson baby shampoo
Dear Tom of exactly six months ago, You're currently standing in the baby aisle of the High Street Kensington Boots, staring blankly at a wall of brightly coloured plastic bottles, sweating profusely into your jumper. You have a pram the...
My chaotic journey with johnson and johnson baby powder
I'm currently staring at a pristine, vintage-looking white bottle that my mother-in-law managed to smuggle into our London flat like highly illegal contraband. She placed it next to the nappies with a conspiratorial wink, whispering that the twins "needed to...
Why The Gossip About Jayson Tatum's Family Misses The Real Point
It's 6:13 AM, and I'm currently using a damp wipe to scrape what I desperately hope is mashed banana off my left kneecap while scrolling through basketball gossip on my phone. One of the twins has decided that 6 AM...