Hannah Reyes 
Theo nursed for exactly six weeks. Then my supply, which had never been much to begin with, just quietly packed up and left. I did everything the internet swears by: the teas, … Read more
For about three months, the soundtrack of our apartment was Theo crying through his feeds. Not regular newborn fussing. The kind where he’d arch his back, yank off the bottle, ball up … Read more
I’m not a doctor. I’m a mom who spent three months watching her son cry — and then went down the rabbit hole that ended it. Last month I woke up at … Read more
I did not expect to become a person with opinions about baby bottles. And yet here I am, having tested what felt like every bottle sold in this city, all because Theo … Read more
When I was pregnant, a well-meaning relative emailed me one of those “cost of a baby’s first year” articles. The national average it quoted made me laugh out loud, because I live … Read more
The first time another mom said the words “European formula” to me, I smiled, nodded, and quietly decided to never take her advice on anything again. European formula? Wasn’t that something you … Read more
For Theo’s first two months, my formula-shopping strategy was simple and, looking back, a little embarrassing: flip the can over, see a wall of words I couldn’t pronounce, decide the brand with … Read more
By the time Theo turned one, our tiny apartment had hosted an absurd parade of baby products — most of them used once, photographed, and quietly passed along to someone else. If … Read more
The first time I took Theo on the subway alone, I stood at the top of the stairs at my station — which, like most stations, has no elevator — holding a … Read more
We did the first year of Theo’s life in a 600-square-foot one-bedroom in Brooklyn, which meant “the nursery” was a corner of our bedroom and “white noise” had to make peace with … Read more
