All hail the Moby Wrap

Snuggled in her Moby Wrap is Pringles’ favorite way to chill.

I love “wearing” my baby. It’s like having her back in my belly. Odie wears her too, since it’s an almost guaranteed soother for her. He refers to the Moby Wrap as the “Emasculator 5000.”

Going from one child to two is both easier and harder than I expected. Easier because we’ve done this before, so the anxiety we suffered when V was brand new is mostly absent. We don’t freak out over every little cry, burp or fart. We don’t handle her like we’re going to break her. But it’s also harder because V is SO jealous and needy. I knew intellectually that was coming, but seeing it in action is painful. “Hold me, Mommy!” she whines, stretching her arms out to me every time she sees me nursing.  I’m trying to include her more, but she’s had a cough for the past week and I don’t want her kissing and touching her sister a lot (doctor’s orders).

We also have our fun moments when V announces, “She’s so cute!” and “She’s so tiny!” If she sees me without Pringles, she asks where she is. In the morning, she climbs into bed with us and looks for her. She also gets angry and demands that I “Put her in HER OWN bed,” and “Put the baby down!” And my favorite: “Mommy, it’s DADDY’S turn to hold the baby.”

Another thing that goes in the “easier than expected” column is having a baby in June when both parents are teachers. Every family should have this time away from work to adjust to and bond with a newborn. Really, we could be more European about our vacations here in America. That Protestant work ethic can be a drag.

Trust me, we’re working. We’re HUSTLING. I have a new respect for single moms or anyone who does this on her own for any reason. Inevitably, Pringles is fussy at V’s bedtime when I need to lie down with her and read her books, giving her the attention she misses from me during the constant nursing I do. I’m lucky to have a partner to walk the baby around in the Emasculator 5000 so that I don’t have to make either of my children “Cry it out.”

“My children.” “My daughters.” “My girls.” I’m just getting used to the plurals.

And I have to get to work on that birth story while the pain and elation are still fresh in my mind.

I’m feeling unexpected grief as I mourn my childbearing. We are done at two kids because of many factors: age, income, space, concern about world population and global responsibility. In my heart though, or maybe just a result of my hormones, I want another. It’s insanity, but I do. Today we will drive by the hospital on our way to Pringles’ weight check, and I will feel the stab of sorrow that I will never again enter that hospital full of excitement and anticipation. Never walk into my labor and delivery room, see the baby warmer and feel butterflies in my stomach knowing I will meet a new soul in mere hours. Never get another shot of Fentanyl after a long nine months of sobriety. Never bounce on a yoga ball and watch TV with Odie as we breathe through contractions and share our excited nervousness.

Trying to hold on to moments as they pass. Impossible. The Human Condition.

I hold her every second I can, even though I know I’m undermining any attempt to get her to sleep alone in a crib. I can’t help it. My last baby. I can’t let her go.

 

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4 Responses to All hail the Moby Wrap

  1. Amory says:

    New commenter– I think. Been reading for a while.

    Congratulations on your new beauty!!! That smell. The sounds…. I miss them oh so very much!!

    I feel and understand what you are feeling about holding your last baby.. wanting another but knowing it’s not possible. Enjoy! You just gotta go and tell your friends to have babies…. and do it now. 😉

  2. Meghan2 says:

    OMG-d my heart was aching with your description of wanting another. My baby is 5 years old (youngest of four) and I STILL feel that way ALL THE TIME! If you figure out a way to make it stop please let me know! My “big baby” is 13 and beginning to pull away and my heart aches with that feeling too. When did my heart physically grow and intertwine with my little people???? What will I do when they are all four gone….ugh…. anyone have a lick of prozac???? I just need a lick.

    And thanks for another cute photo of pringles… I love the Emasculator 5000, it is uber cute/cool.

  3. Teresa says:

    The Moby Wrap was my best friend! Now it’s the Ergo.

  4. Angie says:

    I”ll join you in the looney bin. I have an 8 year old boy, and two horrible miscarriages in the last five years. I could probably have another child but at what cost to my sanity/my boychild’s happiness/my bank account (just being honest!)?

    Even knowing that I’m done, that it’s safer to not go down that road again, I still have the overwhelming urge to have “just one more”. And it’s a little stab of loss everytime my mind says “no”…

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