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I Love Babywearing, But I Just Did it For the Last Time
Photos and memories of wearing my child in a carrier
The strange thing about deciding not to have any more kids is all the skills that I’ll never use again.
Like baby-wearing.
The ease with which I could hoist her on my back, the muscle memory.
The applause I would get from strangers when I’d do it in public.
The last time I wore her was the airport in February, coming home from Florida. I’ve always worn her in the airport, but now she mostly walks. Now the wearing is more so they don’t try to put her in the radiation machine or (my big fear) try to pat her down whether she wants it or not. When you wear a kid through security, you just walk through the metal detector and then they swab your hands. We don’t have any trips planned, and by the time we do, she’ll be even bigger. Too big to wear?
