And for a while, I was one of the baby-toting faithful. In fact, I was perhaps one of its most enthusiastic supporters. After all, the perks were just too great to ignore: Studies have found that kiddos in carriers and slings cry less. Snuggling thisclose gives you two a perfect chance to bond, plus it frees up both of your hands. It's a godsend for babies with reflux. And it could even help prevent flat head syndrome.
What's not to love?
Turns out, plenty.
The first time I slipped my son into the carrier, I was expecting to feel a swell of confidence, of closeness. Instead, I was seized with fear. That all the straps and buckles my husband carefully secured would loosen and down would tumble our brand-new baby. That he was slowly overheating while I absentmindedly roamed the aisles of Whole Foods. That he was suffocating in there.
When I was wasn't grappling with a host of unlikely what-ifs, I was tussling with a bunch of complicated straps and inserts that reminded me of the frustrating summer I tried to crack the Rubik's Cube. The looping and tying and buckling seemed simple enough on the instructional videos I watched, but it was as elusive to me as lining up a perfect square of same-colored stickers. Even the snap-and-click model I bought as a backup was too tricky for my sleep-addled brain.
But what finally ended my brief, well-intentioned babywearing stint wasn't anxiety or logistics—it was my back (and my shoulders and my neck). I was blessed with a healthy-sized boy who only packed on the pounds from birth. By the time I built up the energy to try a carrier, he was a solid 12 pounds, which after an hour of walking around felt more like 120 pounds. At night, I'd ice down my sore muscles and make empty promises to myself to start exercising again. Just as soon as the kid started walking. Of course, I wouldn't have to wait that long. After three long months, I threw in the babywearing towel, gave myself a pat on the (aching) back, and reached for the stroller. And I've never looked back.
Now it's your turn: Is there something about motherhood that hasn't gone as you expected?
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