I was in a prenatal class the first time I realized I was a fraudulent mother. “Dads,” said our instructor, a lithe doula with a faint British accent and an aura of calm reassurance similar to Pigpen’s dust-cloud corona, “It’s up to you to be a support while the moms begin to actively labour.” I froze and tried to focus on the wood grain of the expensive white-oak floor.
We held fistfuls of rapidly melting ice (a pain-management exercise) and we visualized palm-fronded beaches (another pain-management exercise). Between those activities, we talked at length about the miracle of birth—or, more specifically, the logistics of how the tiny, alien [...]
Launching today: The Nightlight, which is like a Wirecutter/Sweethome for babies and the people who have them. Here is, for example, 2,300 words on The World's Best Bottle Drying Rack, a thing I didn't even know existed! Babies are gonna love this blog. [The Nightlight]
From 'Pinner Miry, who writes, "this is why the iPhone 5s has slow motion video":
I am proud to say he belongs to me. My husband is a velociraptor.
The world needs to know about dino baby.
World, meet dino baby. World, give us more dino babies.
DC Metro police are reporting that a baby boy was born this morning on the platform at L'Enfant Plaza, which is really not the station I would have chosen, personally. It might not be the worst Metro platform to give birth on—it's inside, at least, and it's on a lot of different lines so it's easy to get home?—but half the fun of giving birth on a Metro platform is being able to name your child after the station, a la Paddington or Fenchurch. "L'Enfant" is a terrible name, in addition to being way too on the nose. If you find yourself extremely pregnant and you too want to [...]