I’m over at the Mums and Me blog raving about babywearing, as usual…
I didn’t start off planning to wear my baby. I researched, tested and bought an expensive buggy that my daughter cruelly rejected.
My idle dreams of parking it next to a bench where I’d gaze indulgently over her sleeping form were replaced by the reality that she just hated the thing.
Instead she spent her first six months mainly tied to my chest in a stretchy wrap. It’s been nothing like I’d imagined before she was born. It’s been oddly more beautiful than I could have imagined.
Our baby-wearing journey was born out of desperation but, nine months in, it’s become a lifestyle I’m in love with.
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