I took this today. We were having a clingy day but a day none the less. A day that required two arms. How glad I am to be able to carry my baby rather than leave her in a chair or on a playmat when she wants the warmth of a cuddle! I took ages to choose the picture I wanted- there were loads of really cute ones where she’s kissing me and I thought they looked really touching. In the end I chose one that sums up babywearing perfectly, for me.
We’re laughing. We’re looking each other in the eye. We’re enjoying each other’s company.
Babywearing saved my son and I. At twelve days old, he was a ball of rage and I was a broken shell of me. And on that day I picked him up and held him close to me for an entire day. Having him close to me, and me close to him was special. Babywearing is special.