Baby Sleep

The day Leo decided naps were a relic of his “babyhood” is etched into my memory like a battle scar. He was exactly twenty-six months old. Sarah and Maya were already in elementary school, and that two-hour window in the afternoon was my only chance to breathe, fold laundry, or drink a cup of coffee … Read more

I remember sitting on the floor of my hallway in the dark, head resting against my son’s bedroom door, listening to the silence and wondering if I was doing everything wrong. My two daughters had been relatively easy sleepers, but Leo? Leo treated sleep like it was an optional extracurricular activity he had no interest … Read more