Babywearing. I feel as though without it I would go crazy. My house would be even more of a disaster than it already is, Vacations wouldn’t be as fun, and grocery shopping would be nightmare.
I always knew I wanted to babywear. With a giant belly and well into my nesting phase of the pregnancy, I was picking which carriers I wanted for my husband and myself to snuggle the new sweet baby that would be arriving in July of 2013, but we never made it to July as Mr. Do-It- My-Own- Way arrived at the end of June instead. With that began a beautiful, and extremely necessary, babywearing journey.
Babywearing, oh how I love thee.
I don’t know how I would get through most days if it wasn’t for the convenience of babywearing. I loved it with my first child, but fell even more deeply into love with all things babywearing with the birth of our second kid. With a crazy, rambunctious toddler to keep alive and a little sweet, but lately super-clingy little baby girl, babywearing saves my sanity in so many ways.