Necessity is often the mother of invention, but for mothers, invention becomes a necessity. It is that necessity that took me down the path of tandem babywearing with multiples.
Tandem babywearing can be done. And not just by parents of multiples. It is possible to wear more than one kiddo at a time, even (and especially) when they are of varying ages. I know. I’m a mama of two singletons and a set of triplets. It isn’t always easy, but it can be done.
We were the couple buying vintage children’s books on our honeymoon. We had to laughingly explain to the clerk at the used book store that we didn’t have any children yet; we just liked children’s books. Nine years and four children later, our collection of children’s books has grown exponentially. And even though we may choose the board books…
Babywearing can be expensive. But it doesn’t have to break the bank.
If you have entered every giveaway for every brand of carrier, and have finally given up on winning one for free, here are some suggestions on how to babywear on a budget.
By the time I was pregnant with our third, I had a babywearing group, a “stash” of carriers, and loads of experience, both wearing personally and instructing others. This was going to be the baby on which I learned how to tie my wraps 900 different ways.
Except it wasn’t. Because instead, this was my baby who didn’t love being worn.
Motherhood becomes an inherent part of your identity at the moment of conception, if not before. Being able to love, nurture, and raise your children becomes paramount. But motherhood, as rewarding as it is, can be physically challenging. It is a workout in and of itself just to carry the baby for nearly 10 months. The strain on your body continues after birth while you bounce, rock, walk, and sway your newborn to soothe and comfort them to sleep. These challenges persist into toddlerhood when you are lifting kids in and out of cribs, car seats, and strollers. It is a workout to do all of this with minimal sleep, little alone time, and a weak, deflated, and disconnected core.
He learned to talk and I was afraid I was going to lose my mind. Every day, all day long, he would be tugging at my skirt. “Ta-ta! Ta-ta! Ta-ta!” It was the only word he knew,and he used it repeatedly. One afternoon I watched him as he slept and cried. I wanted to love…
Whenever I’m out and about, the comments about my babywearing make me smile. “They have all sorts of handy things these days!” “They never had that kind of thing when my kids were babies!” Once in awhile, I take the time to point out that babywearing is nothing new: other cultures have been practicing it…
Whether it’s the trendiness, practicality, or sheer curiosity that is drawing you in, babywearing is intriguing. However, you may not want to invest in it without a bit of first-hand experience. Here are four avenues into babywearing that can help you figure out what is best for you and your baby. 1. Borrow from a…
According to my mom, I was babywearing before it was “a thing”. She wore my younger siblings in what she called her “front pack” and I wanted to be a little mama myself, so she made me my own “front pack” to carry my dollies around in. I still remember it in all its 80s…
I didn’t start out as a babywearing mama. Crunchy was the last word I’d have used to describe myself (except for the fact that we grow organic vegetables). I didn’t even know what babywearing was. In my mind, baby carriers were for long walks or hikes. Why would I need a baby carrier when I was…
Dearest little Sara Elizabeth, Where does one start with a birth story, little one? He knit you together in my womb many days before I even noticed the first little signs and took that test. The insatiable craving for pickles really should have been indication enough. But it was August 16 when I saw those…
They say that “September is the new January.” Perhaps that would be why September found me with a stack of non-fiction books sitting on my nightstand. With a new homeschool year underway and an ever-changing host of responsibilities to juggle, I knew I needed a big dose of perspective. And it had to come my way long…
The End.
The End.
