For Jernica Quiñones, the reality of sudden infant death syndrome, or SIDS, hit close to home this year when a friend woke up on New Year’s Day and discovered the lifeless body of her baby girl.
That’s why Quiñones’ 4-month-old son, Bless'n, has spent a lot of his life so far sleeping in a cardboard box.
The 33-year-old mother of five took part in a program in New Jersey that promotes safe sleep education through the distribution of “baby boxes” that double as bassinets.
“Some mothers can’t buy a Pack-n-Play or a crib,” Quiñones says. And that can lead to bed sharing, a risk factor for SIDS.
The program is a riff on Finland’s well-known baby box, or maternity package, which the government gives to expectant mothers who get a prenatal checkup: It’s the box, plus clothing, blankets and other supplies.
Now that Finnish model is making inroads in the U.S., but with a twist. Instead of being a prenatal incentive, it’s being used to deliver a postpartum safe sleep message.
I’m super introverted and I have really bad social anxiety, but still, sometimes I yearn for that occult friend group experience. Dare I say…a Weirdling coven.
We’d do things like:
-Rallying everyone together to go investigate something one of us discovered that she thinks might be a fairy mound (it’s an old rusty truck that’s been thoroughly reclaimed by nature, and there’s just something about it).
-Creating servitors together over coffee and giving them stupid names like Dave. Dave helps you find clothes that make your butt look great AND are comfortable AND have real pockets. Everyone loves Dave.
-Gathering on a full moon or a new moon or a whatever moon for a “ritual” night, which usually involves Netflix, smoking lots of weed, doing some -very- casual magic, and potentially summoning something ill-advised. On no wait, it’s just Dave. We’re all good here.
-Trecking out to some random hill on some random night with flashlights, ritual paraphernalia, junk food and joints to watch for UFOs or whatever else might decide to show up
-Introducing each other to our personal deities and hanging out with them. Wanna chill and talk trash with this beauty goddess I met a few days ago? Maybe we can draw some sigils on each other while we’re at it.