This is a hard story to find the beginning of. It could be my instinct to stay away from bucket seats, my instinct to hold my babies close, or the experiences I had during my babysitting/ nanny days. It’s definitely a combination of it all that created this strong need to wear my babies.
The first time I was ever pregnant, babywearing was the first thing I wanted to get sorted out. At the time I had only ever seen Bjorns, so it became my obsession to find one. Sadly I lost that pregnancy. A few months later I saw a mama wearing her baby in a beautiful lime green ring sling. That image forever changed me. I had to find one.
During my next pregnancy I was able to find a ring sling and even make a few, and also got a stretchy wrap. After the birth of my first baby, I figured out very quickly I couldn’t work with ring slings and the stretchy wrap became the focus of our whole world.
With our stretchy wrap, I was able to be myself. I could tote my newborn around arms free. On those late nights of tummy troubles and spitting up, it became my salvation. Babywearing quickly became a topic near and dear to my heart.
As my baby grew, we found so much joy in the simple act of babywearing. We went for walks, I wore him to sleep, I had him at kissing distance his entire first year of life. He was a worn baby, and it showed in his advanced intellectual development.
During my son’s first year, my husband was in an intense training. He was home for maybe an hour a day and when he was home, he was absolutely exhausted. I often felt like a single parent during the work week. On the weekends, daddy would wear our son and they could reconnect and enjoy each other.
When baby #2 came along, babywearing was second nature. I began wearing her immediately. I transitioned into a soft structured carrier after she had outgrown the stretchy wrap, just like we had done the first time.
One day, at an AP group meet up, I talked to a mama about babywearing. She talked about how much she loved her woven wrap and that her Ergo was no where near as comfortable. ”No where near as comfortable?” I thought. ”How can that be?”. At another meet up, I saw a different mama throw her baby up on her back, quickly wrap him into place and then help me with MY kids. I was amazed! ”I must get a woven wrap.”
So my wrap obsession began. These two mamas are leaders in my local babywearing group (and now are my very close friends) and with their help I have been able to learn to wrap safely and enjoy the wonderful world of woven wraps. And for the record, I think they are way more comfortable than soft structured carriers, and so much prettier too.
This time things are different than when I had just one baby. Not only am I chasing after another child, but my husband is deployed. Babywearing is the only way I can live my life! I believe it allows me to be the best mother I can be.
This week is International Babywearing Week and I am celebrating this very special gift. I am very proud and very fond of my babywearing life.