On Baby-Wearing.

It rocks. That's it. It absolutely rocks.

just look at how happy that baby is!

image via product website

I set out on a mission today to learn how to use my Moby wrap. I heard it was a must-have akin to Sophie a La Giraffe (and for all you moms and moms-to-be out there, we know what a hot commodity she is!) So way, way, way before C was even born, circa 15 weeks preggo, I made my first purchase off of Diapers.com and scored my black Moby for a third of the retail price. Thank you first-time promo codes.

I was determined not to let the wrap get the best of me. It's a bit tricky, as in it feels like you need seven hands to make the "X's" and tie the knots, but once Hubs' laughing subsided, we figured it out.

Let me just tell you, Carter loves the "hug hold." LOVES. I mean, luuuuuuuuurves the "hug hold."

The intense desire to master baby-wearing came about when we realized how much Carter loves to be snugged and cuddled against our bodies. Our moving bodies. After he nurses, he'll fall asleep and the minute his little back hits his bassinet, he's all, "Mom, you're such a sucker for thinking you could lay me down to sleep! Now walk me around the house." No joke. You can practically read that sentiment in his little grey-blue eyes.

Enter the Moby. I'm in love. And I promise I am not being compensated for this blurb. This is simply me, telling you how much I love my Moby Wrap. And how much I LOVE having two hands free to do just about anything. Not to mention how comfortable it is to wear. There are no plastic clips rubbing up against either myself or baby C. I've been rockin' the wrap for close to two hours now and am still as comfortable as ever. There's no pull or stress on my lower back and I feel perfectly balanced wearing my nearly 10lb. baby!

Those two free hands attempted to take a picture of said baby-wearing, however, when dressed in black from head to toe (black is supposed to be slimming, remember? Yeah. That rule doesn't apply to post-preggos, but that's a whole other post in itself) there is no delineation between my outfit and my black Moby (or my little nugget snugged safely inside), so the picture pretty much looks like a tired, exhausted mother wearing a giant black fat suit.

Just take my word for it.

Baby-wearing rocks.