|At Old Sturbridge Village|
When I was a new mother, healing from a cesarean and home by myself all day with a new baby who wanted to be held, babywearing is what allowed my to do that. Holding Jellybean in my arms on the couch or in the rocking chair was doable. But when I got up I just couldn't. I couldn't even stand up while holding her, and putting her down standing up and then picking her up was only slightly better. Carrying her anywhere was hard and painful. Babywearing is what allowed me to comfort and bond with my newborn, it kept me from using muscles that weren't ready to be used. It kept my tiny little girl happy and and from crying. And it occasionally allowed me to get something to eat.
|A Fancy Night Out|
Now that I am healed and doing better babywearing is a joy. I have enjoyed my sister's rehearsal dinner at a loud and fancy restaurant, while Jellybean slept safely tucked away in my wrap. Jellybean has explored Old Sturbridge Village, met an ox and a sheep, watch the turkeys, nursed and napped. All while safely being worn on me. We have hiked, gone to historical reenactment events, Black Friday shopping and late night parties all while babywearing.
Babywearing has even allowed me to keep my child close while at work. Saving us the cost of daycare and all the headaches that go with finding a loving care giver.
I would not be able to to the wife, friend, sister,
or mother that I am without babywearing.
|Getting Ready for Our Walk|
Babywearing allows me to be me.