Years ago, I never pictured I would be excited about be considered a “Baby Wearer”. Never. To me, I thought people who wore their babies were some “elite” society of women who truly had this mommy thing down. They were a style of mom that I didn’t think I could be. Seriously, whether it is a mother in Ethiopia, Africa, or here in the US, I think that baby wearing moms are adorable and strong. (Check out this great article/gallery from Growing Your Baby!)
When I was pregnant with Arianna, I briefly read up on babywearing but wasn’t all that into it. Personally, I didn’t think I could exactly rock the sexy, pulled together yet hippy look, but needless to say, I was a teensy bit jealous.
So, in preparation for Arianna’s first flight, I knew I didn’t want to tote a carseat (my parents were getting us with her carseat at the airport), diaper bag, and my carryon with a new(ish) born. I can’t remember where I bought it, but I picked up a “knock off” Baby Bjorn carrier with straps and buckles. Before the flight, I practiced putting the carrier on a few times, but I wasn’t 100% sold on it. I was a single mom, and would be traveling alone, so I was scared to death I was going to drop her without help. I remember taking a practice trip to the mall with a friend, and I asked him not to help me…well, I snapped the buckle on my finger and ended up throwing up some words my little one should not have heard. But I trudged onward. I knew carrying A was essential for ease. I got to the airport and had my roommate make sure she looked secure, then it was off to check in and security. When I stepped up to the TSA Agent, I was asked to remove my baby from the carrier. Seriously? What was I supposed to do with my baby? So I handed the baby to the agent and walked through. Next, they were demanding I put my shoes back on and open her bottles for testing. I was so frustrated, and had to put her back in the carrier. Once she was back in, I boarded my first of two flights and was asked to remove her from the carrier. After I finally landed in Pittsburgh, I was able to seamlessly carry A through the airport and to my Dad’s truck. Needless to say, this first flight was made needlessly stressful, but I survived. Sadly, the carrier sits on the floor of a closet, not used since.
…you are going to have to come back tomorrow to hear the rest of the story!…