The first 10 days of my son were blissful and so easy. He was such an easy baby. I thought I had this parenting thing nailed. Then he woke up. Nothing made him happy. He screamed, and screamed and never slept. Instantly, I felt like my tool chest was empty. Nothing I did helped this poor little man. He hated his stroller, he hated the carseat and wouldn’t let anyone else hold him. I was exhausted and struggling.
I met a new friend one day when we finally ventured out of the house. She told me about her carriers and an educator who helped her learn to use them. I went out the next day and bought a ring sling because it look so easy to use. But when I got home nothing I did worked. I couldn’t figure it out and it only made the tiny man more angry. I ended up sitting on the bathroom floor and bawling my eyes out. I felt like a failure. How could I not figure this simple piece of cloth out?
I returned it and decided I was never babywearing again. It was hard and didn’t work. Things with tiny man just got harder as the days wore on. I got an email that the educator my friend had told me about was offering a class.
That class saved me. I remember the moment when she pulled out a Meh Dai (Mei Tai) carrier. All I could think was – “please stop talking and give me that carrier”. It finally made sense to me. I bought one and rushed home. I put tiny man up and he calmed down. He fell asleep and I was able to get up to pee without having to put him down and wake him up. I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders and I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
That carrier became so much more than just a piece of cloth to me. It became a tool that gave me life. I was able to leave the house. I was able to eat. I was able to take care of myself while meeting my baby’s needs.
That carrier helped me find joy in mothering. It gave me the ability to meet my sons needs while meeting my own. I felt a little less lost with it.