There comes a time when, if you have a baby, you’ll need to carry that baby somewhere. And that somewhere will be someplace that’s inconvenient with a stroller and is too far to carry them bare-armed comfortably. It’s at that moment when you’ll realize the value of a good baby carrier.
When I was pregnant, I was convinced that I was going to be a super hippie granola mom – I’d wear Gabe constantly, do skin-to-skin all summer long, and lull him to sleep in the carrier as I went about my day. When he arrived, I was armed with two MobyWraps and a wealth of good intentions. What I learned, however, was that despite my choices, the baby carrier would be chosen by the one being carried, not the one doing the carrying. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Carry That Weight