In June, I wrote a piece on here dragging (lightly, but still dragging) Lovevery’s famous $150 baby play mat. I called it out for being absurdly priced. I mean, one hundred and fifty dollars for a mat? A mat that my daughter would drool on, spit up on, and roll around on?
Out of touch, right?
That’s what I thought.
But then something strange happened.
I started looking deeper into the brand and the why behind the price tag. And what I found honestly surprised me in the best way, not sarcastically, but genuinely amazed.
See, the whole philosophy behind Lovevery is intentionality. You’re not buying 27 noisy plastic toys that break in a month and end up at Goodwill. You’re buying one extremely well-made, thoughtfully designed product that will last through multiple stages of your baby’s development. And the more I sat with that, the more I realized… it’s actually my own philosophy, just dressed in baby gear. Consume less. Consume quality. Stop filling your house with junk.
And here’s where it hit me: That’s exactly what I want to teach my daughter.
From Six Figures to Diapers and Wipes
Now, I’ll admit, this whole perspective shift is colored by where I am in life right now. Not too long ago, I was the breadwinner. I had a six-figure job, and I was the one footing every bill while my husband went back to medical school.
Rent? Me.
Car payments? Me.
Groceries, vacations, health insurance? Me.
Fast-forward, and I’m living the complete opposite. I’m home full-time with our daughter, working part-time jobs, writing here on Medium (which I half-jokingly consider another part-time job), and figuring out how to stretch dollars in ways that feel both humbling and empowering. So yeah, my knee-jerk reaction was to call a $150 play mat “ridiculous.” Because for so many families right now, it really would be.
But then I realized, sometimes what feels like “luxury” is actually just smart minimalism dressed in a higher price tag.
The Part That Stunned Me
Here’s the part I didn’t expect: Lovevery actually read my original article.
Not only did they read it, they commented. They asked me to be in touch. And before I could even process that, they told me they wanted to gift me the mat I had put on my registry.
A week later, a box showed up at my doorstep. Inside was the infamous Play Gym and, to my surprise, an additional on-the-go activity mat (which, fun fact, you can find at Walmart).
Now, to be clear, this wasn’t the very first gift I’ve ever received. Many of you — my readers — have already sent us gifts off our registry, diapers, wipes, even money for baby essentials. And I will never stop being grateful for that generosity. But this was my first brand gift, which felt surreal in a completely different way. Not because of the mat itself, but because someone thought my words mattered enough to respond.
The Real Gift
The play mat was beautiful, yes.
But the real gift?
That was the reminder of how this little online community has been showing up for me and my family since the beginning.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve cried over the kindness of strangers-turned-readers. Some of you have sent diapers. Some sent wipes. Some literally bought items off our Zola registry. Some even Venmo’d me money to cover baby essentials. And every single gesture, big or small, has been a lifeline. I don’t think I’ll ever find the words to capture what that means to me, but know this: I see you.
I’m thankful for you.
And you’ve made these early months with my daughter not just manageable, but memorable.
Four Months In
Speaking of my daughter, she’ll be four months old on the 29th. And just the other day, she tried copying my facial expressions for the first time. Imagine the world’s tiniest human concentrating so hard, puckering her lips, opening her mouth wide, and then smiling when she “got it right.” I wish I had it on video, but maybe it’s better that I don’t. Some memories are meant to stay untouched, imperfectly perfect in your mind.
She is a little personality already.
My first baby.
My first little human.
And I know parents who’ve been through this before will nod knowingly, but for me, every milestone feels like a cinematic event. Every giggle feels like the first laugh on Earth. Every look she gives me feels like she’s handing me a piece of my heart back, but shinier.
She’s perfect. I know I shouldn’t tell her that, because perfection doesn’t exist and life will teach her that soon enough, but I’ll still tell her every day anyway. Perfect, because she’s mine. Perfect, because she’s herself. Perfect, because she’s teaching me more about life than I’ll ever teach her.
What I Learned From a Play Mat
So yes, I judged the Lovevery mat too harshly at first. But in the end, it wasn’t just about the mat. It was about philosophy. About intentionality. About choosing quality over clutter. And about how the things we bring into our homes can reflect the lives we want to live and the lessons we want to pass down to our children.
And if that lesson came wrapped in a $150 mat? Then maybe, just maybe, it was worth it.
✦ Thank you for reading, for engaging, for commenting, for gifting, for sending diapers and wipes, and for being part of this wild, emotional, unforgettable chapter of my life. You’ve given me more than I ever expected and way more than I deserve.
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Hi, I’m Fiona — a writer in the midst of an unexpected chapter.
In April 2024, I lost my job. Since then, my husband and I have been getting by on his modest income as a medical resident. After stepping away from IVF, we were shocked — and overjoyed — to find out we were pregnant naturally. While it was the happiest surprise, it also brought new financial stress as we prepared for our growing family.
Then, our baby arrived early — on April 29th, 2025, instead of the expected due date in late May. With no paid maternity leave and no room in our budget for childcare, I’ve returned to part-time jobs and writing just a week after giving birth to help cover essentials like groceries, bills, and a few things for our 🌈 miracle baby.
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