Try All the Wraps

Woven wraps are an addiction. They really and truly are. I didn't believe it at first, although I should have known it would happen.
Somehow I got through three kids without being bitten by the bug. Then, while pregnant with Little Miss V, I started to research baby carriers. I bought a half buckle Kokadi Tai-Tai, a Tula SSC, and a Wrapody Hybrid. I had never tried any of these, I just went with reviews I read online.

When V came into the world, I started wearing her almost immediately. She wasn't big enough yet for the Tula, but the Tai-Tai was perfect. I wore her exclusively in it for the first three months. I tried the wrapsody. I wanted to love wrapping because the wraps were so beautiful and it looked so cozy. But the stretch hybrid was so long, and I was intimidated.


Then, I joined my local babywearing group. I watched them flip their babies on their backs and twist themselves in all sorts of ways. They moved and placed fabric in ways I didn't know was possible. "I'll never do that," I thought. "I'm an SSC girl," I thought. Oh how I was deluding myself.

I kept going to meetings and kept denying I wanted to do what those moms were doing so beautifully. "I'll just admire their wraps from afar," I thought, secretly lusting over the intricate patterns and restraining myself from reaching out a hand to fondle the textiles surrounding me.

I came home after one such meeting, and spied my wrapsody in corner. I hadn't touched it in months. But I felt this irresistible pull. "Wrap with me," it whispered. "You know you want to." And then...

Oh no.

I loved wrapping. But the wrap was still too long for me. I had overheard the moms at the meeting mention a sale. SALE? Ok then. Hello my first woven.

Whee! Down the Rabbit Hole I go.

It was love. I had fallen. Hard.

A stash shot? Yes. I have one of those. 

I'm up to 5 wraps. That last picture doesn't show one I had to keep secret for awhile. And I have two on the way. And my Tula still lives here (its my go-to for errands!).  Its an addiction. It really is. 

Down the Rabbit Hole

I recently sold a whole bunch of stuff - to fund a new woven wrap. I swore I wouldn't become involved with this obsession. I just knew if I started, I would fall deep into the rabbit hole. I resisted for a few months, watching the other moms in my babywearing group wrap their littles with their gorgeous wovens. I said to myself, "I'm an SSC girl.  I have no patience for wovens."

I had purchased a jersey wrap (Gypsymama Hybrid Stretch) when I was pregnant with V, but it wasn't for me. It only came in one size and was very long for me. I tried it a few times when V was a squish, but couldn't get into it. Then, at our October meeting I became inspired to try again, and pulled out that crazy long wrap. And I just loved the squishy close cuddles I got. Sigh. I was hooked.

I remembered some of the moms talking about a sale on Pavo Hearts. Sale? I can't resist sale. It was a seconds sale, but I didn't care. As long as it was safe and functional. So onto the Pavo site I went, and a few minutes later, my first woven was ordered. I waited [not so] patiently for my fluff to arrive. And a few days later... love...

I immediately knew I needed another. I had fallen. Hard. A few weeks later, and I am awaiting two more wraps. One was supposed to arrive today.
I was nursing baby V so she would nap and heard a knock on the door. Damn, the mail was early! I hoped he'd leave it on the doorstep, but signature required.
Which means I'll be at the post office at 9am on the dot tomorrow.