Walks with Littler J
My littlest one likes to move.
His dad and I have already learned to leave his feet and one arm out of his swaddle. If we don’t, he flails at the cloth until he’s freed himself.
I’d wonder where he gets it from, but I’m a mover, too. I like to move constantly while awake, which is challenging when I’ve been instructed to rest a lot and drive not at all.
I can’t drive, or walk too fast, but slow walks are another matter. I’m still in the want-baby-close-at-all-times phase of new motherhood, which means even a stroller’s length feels like way too much distance between me and Littler J.
That’s where this carrier comes in.
Somehow, this one constraining device soothes Littler J, so that he melts into me instead of resisting. I’m able to walk a little. Better still, I’m able to feel the rise and fall of my baby’s chest as I move. That rhythm reassures me he’s fine.
And when I stop walking, I’m momentarily OK with stillness, for this is what I see.