A Journey Into the Exploitive, Bullshit-Heavy, Sanity-Saving Baby Sleep Advice Industry

There was a moment in the first few months of my son’s life when I caught a glimpse of perspective about my sleep-deprived desperation. I remember it as the middle of the night, but it might have been the middle of the afternoon—the black garbage bags we had duct-taped in a patchwork quilt of gloom over each of our…