Last week was International Babywearing Week. I was extremely busy, but I still think it deserves a blog post.
Babywearing has been my lifesaver in so many different ways. When Lovebug was six months old and cutting her first two top teeth, the only way she would nurse was upright in my mei tai. My guess is that it helped with the fluid in her ears. On her first plane ride, also at six months, wearing her helped her feel safe in crowded airports. She could smell me, feel my heart beat, and rest her head on my chest. Experts write about the fourth trimester, and the baby carrier is a great transition from womb to world.
Of course, I wore Lovebug far longer than three months (She still asks occasionally). I figured, she spent ten months all cozy in my womb, so why not let her decide when she's ready to face the world without carriers? Babywearing has gotten us through allergy tests, business trips, grocery shopping, ups for when she was tired, ups for when she was overwhelmed at large family gatherings, you name it. She went up daily.
It really helped during those daily transitions. I don't know if transitions are hard for your kid to make, but waking up, getting ready to leave, leaving again and returning home, naps, and then bedtime, have all been super difficult for Lovebug to make. Babywearing helped with those, too. Grumpy and need snuggles while mama needs to cook? There's a wrap for that! Sad that _insert activity_ is over and we have to leave now because the building is closing? Thank goodness there's a wrap for that!
One of the fun things about having a preschooler is that they're big enough that sometimes, they have these flashes of emotional brilliance in which they can actually communicate their feelings eloquently. The last time I had her up, Chipmunk was sleeping. She had me to herself. She nestled her head into my neck and shoulder and told me that she felt close to me (to be fair, she'd have to be a growth to be any closer), and she felt connected, like when we nurse. My three year old said that to me. Diamonds. Every word is a diamond.
Now I wear Chipmunk every day. There are three places he'll sleep. One is the car (yes!!! Lovebug took two years to fall asleep in the car!). One is in bed, usually with me. The other is with his head propped up in the curve of my neck, mouth just open, body curled up in a wrap.
But that's what babywearing does. Just as we pull the passes snug and the wrap smoothes out over their shape, babywearing smooths over all our parenting fails. Yes, it frees up our hands and helps us get things done. But that's utilitarian. It gives us empty hands and full hearts. And that is why I wear my babies.
Do you wear your babies? Why do you wear?
I am the mama who is over the moon in love with her family and green living.