On driving and anxiety and patience

On driving and anxiety and patience

That anxiety is the thing I hate the most about myself, more than my post-baby body, more than my sleep-deprived face, more than my growing collection of high elastic waistbands. I would love to be back in a city where I never have to drive, where you and I would just be ignoring each other on a subway. But here I am. And there you were, making me feel pathetic and useless.

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How to be Sure Your Baby Won't Die in the Middle of the Night

How to be Sure Your Baby Won't Die in the Middle of the Night

A common nightly scene in households with young children: exhausted parent shuffles kid through dinner, bathtime, storytime. Then, after an hour or so of trying to get the child to sleep, exhausted parent collapses on the couch in relief. But five minutes later, exhausted parent scans a poor-quality video feed from the kid's room to see if her belly is moving up and down. 

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