When I first started wearing my tiny baby at just five weeks old, I never imagined quite how much it was going to alter my experience of parenting. I certainly never thought I would love wearing him so much that I would still be doing it, every day, over two years later. But I am.
Increasingly people ask, nervously, about the state of my back. He’s not a small toddler, weighing in at 16kg at his two year check. His weight doesn’t tend to be too much of a problem unless I’ve been wearing him for hours. I guess my core strength has just kept up with him as he’s grown, and it’s definitely easier to wear him in the Connecta than to hold him in my arms.
His height, however, is becoming more of a challenge.
There’s no way either of us are ready to ditch the Connecta any time soon, for all sorts of reasons. He’s walking more now of course, but there are still plenty of times when only the sling will do. I still mainly opt to carry him on my front, but as he’s got taller and heavier the back carry has seemed more and more appealing.
It’s great for long walks, as we discovered on our recent holiday in Crete, switching up both of our views and working out different muscle groups.
It’s been super handy recently at home as well – I’m standing as a candidate for my local council, a recent decision that has involved walking about 50km over the past couple of weeks delivering leaflets. I’m not totally convinced about the whole rucksack on the front thing, but I’m working on alternatives to that!
And then last week I saw the benefits of the back carry for getting things done around the house. Generally I wear Arthur at home for naps, combining them with feeds and maximising the time I have for writing. On Friday though I simply didn’t have the time to sit down – even with the promise of multitasking. I had to bake a cake for my husband’s birthday, but Arthur was fractious and in need of a sleep. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but I whipped him up onto my back and we set about the mission together.
It was way easier (and safer) to get to grips with baking with him on my back rather than my front, and it still seemed to have the calming effect we both needed. In fact so much so that as the cake was getting ready to go into the oven I realised he’d dozed off. I wasn’t sure he’d be comfy enough to sleep in a back carry, especially with the boobas out of reach, but it seems I was wrong.
I still need a bit of practice before I can say I’ve completely mastered wearing Arthur on my back. I’m not too good at getting him up there when we’re out and about without an extra pair of hands, and there is still the question of how best to carry our stuff… But whilst I don’t think we’ll be abandoning the front carries any time soon I’m going to keep mixing it up – hopefully getting the back carry sussed will give us many more happy months of toddler wearing before I finally have to admit defeat!