Note: This post has nothing to do with the history of babywearing. This is purely my personal experience.
Before my first child was born, I knew I wanted to be a babywearer, although I didn’t exactly know what that meant. I shopped around online trying to figure out what the best carrier would be, and I put a couple on my baby registry. We got the K’Tan and I loved it. It was the perfect mix of the comfort of a wrap, without the intimidating miles (ok, meters) of fabric and the complicated wrapping. It kept my baby close and snug, and it had several carry options. Continue reading
Little Miss is 15 months. I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed, and yet the first weeks after her birth seem like a lifetime ago. We were in such a different place back then. I was enjoying every moment of my maternity leave, trying to savor every second spent with my girls. I wore Little Miss a lot during those 10 weeks. For several hours a day. I would wrap her up and go outside with her on my chest, all the while playing with Little Monster. Little Miss would fall asleep on me and I would keep her close during her whole nap. There were times, of course, when I laid her in her cradle to sleep, but having the freedom to bring her everywhere in the yard, without having to pick up a blanket and toys and everything else that comes with a newborn, was priceless. Little Monster was not restricted in her play time because of a new baby sister, and I didn’t miss out on any time with her either.
Doeck Tulipa Forresta, size 4, 100% cotton.
That tag! “Dutch Babywearing. Keep You Close. Keep You Warm. Keep You With Me.”