Balthazar and Lysander have been ‘babyworn’ since they came home from the hospital on the bus at less than a day old. It was an important facet of Kirsty’s initial bonding and until this week, wearing our babies was an activity unique to her. She had quite a reputation in our little town as the lady who was constantly out and about carrying her baby twins.
Unfortunately whilst she still enjoys tandem carrying them on shorter errands, they’re starting to get a little heavy to be comfortable for the multiple-hour walks that we enjoy.
This week Kirsty asked me if I might like to try carrying one of the babies. After pulling a face or two – because even though she swears up and down that babywearing doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all, it looks horribly restrictive to this flippantly detachment-parenting mama – I agreed that it would make sense for us to wear one baby each on this occasion.
Much to my surprise, it’s not horribly restrictive.
Dare I say it, it’s even quite comfy.
I think I’m a convert.
Balthazar and Lysander have their own preferences when it comes to being worn: the latter likes to snuggle up to a chest and the former enjoys riding on the back, drumming his little heels against his mamas sides (can you tell which one I’m pinning my hopes on as a potential future Pony Club star?). I took Lysander, claiming little point in carrying a baby if you couldn’t even SEE them.
The act of wrapping looks like a horribly complicated affair although Kirsty claims that ‘If you’re dextrous enough to put on a cardigan and button it, you can wrap a baby on your front’. I wasn’t convinced and anyway, had not the time to learn to wrap for myself and so Kirsty wrapped me. It lead to a few squeaks and giggles as she yanked the material about my frame, but the wrap itself was terribly comfortable when finally tied. Lysander cuddled in and was asleep within minutes. Balthazar elected to remain awake, alternating between gazing imperiously over Kirsty’s shoulder and babbling happily at the passing world.
I did find that I had to consciously adjust my centre of gravity and I was definitely more aware of my own feet than when I’m only carrying myself, but I barely felt the weight of Lysander and wasn’t remotely sore the next day. And dare I say it? It was enjoyable!
I will wear them again – but definitely only one at a time!
And I might even buy a wrap of my own.