Two summers ago I was sitting at a street cafe in West Hartford Center dining a la fresco and enjoying a nice glass of wine with my best friend when a woman got out of her car and pulled out a long piece of fabric and tied her baby to herself. As I sipped my wine and glanced down at my stilettos, I remember thinking to myself that she must be some kind of hippy earth mother.
Flash to this weekend as C and I are sitting pool side at our neighbor’s house planning our upcoming trip to Martha’s Vineyard and trying to figure out the logistics of transportation and getting the the boy around. We have a baby Bjorn, and both L.A. and I hate the thing. We also have a backpack style carrier that is very useful, but rather bulky. Our neighbor’s eyes lit up and she said “oh, I have a sling you should try” and ran to her car to go get it. Skeptical, I slipped it over my shoulder and stuck L.A. in there. He loved it, and quite frankly, I did too.
Yesterday we headed back to West Hartford Center and stopped into the Papaya Patch where the ladies were incredibly helpful in guiding me towards choosing the right sling for L.A. and I. We wound up choosing a Sakura Bloom sling, and it’s completely comfortable and gorgeous. As we walked through the store, I wandered over to the cloth diapers and cooed at their cuteness. For a minute there, I actually had visions of ditching the disposables. Then C snapped me back to reality. A true earth mother, I’m not… but I do love wearing my baby.
