Last week I spent more time away from Arthur than I ever have. I had a blogging conference in London, followed by a couple of days work in Coventry. Fortunately, this coincided with my husband finishing his med school exams. And predictably, the Connecta was an absolute lifesaver.
The latest addition to our Connecta collection is the organic denim carrier. As soon as I saw it I knew it would be perfect for Leigh. I like it too of course, but it does make the perfect carrier for daddy time – a summer version of the very handsome Harris tweed.
As I rushed out the door, thrusting Leigh from the world of medical textbooks into that of full-time toddler-care, my parting words were “If nothing else works, wear him!”. This has generally been my maxim since I discovered babywearing, and is one of the many reasons why I still wear my 17kg toddler every day. It calms him, grounds him, comforts him like nothing else – well, nothing else except booba, but then Leigh didn’t have that one up his sleeve…
The days I was away were full of adventures and challenges for the two men in my life. Leigh kept me updated with pictures of Arthur running around the park, exploring London and splashing in the bath, and amused with his occasional pleas for help as the realities of life with a toddler hit home. I tried not to miss them too much, or worry that they wouldn’t be able to cope without me, and was comforted when shots came through of Arthur snuggled safe in the sling.
When I returned and we were back to working as a team, it was clear how much Leigh had enjoyed wearing his son. He’s done it since he was tiny, but only intermittently: with me generally being always around there hadn’t been so much of a need before. But now, when we’re together, I think he probably carries him more than me. They’ve developed their own little routines: Arthur chewing on his daddy’s jumper as he peers out into the world, clipping up the hood to make a ‘window’ for added snuggliness.
There are times, as a mum, when I’ve felt a little claustrophobic. It doesn’t hit me often, but every once in a while I crave some personal space. That makes me realise, though, how much I’ve come to take the cuddles for granted. And whilst it’s great to be able to have my body to myself from time to time, even better if it means that daddy gets to enjoy some of that closeness too.