You may or may not have been privy to the Tweet I sent out a few weeks ago, announcing that my sweet baby Marlowe has officially taken her first steps. (Yay! And God help me!) I’m sure my excitement came through loud and clear, since I think most parents look forward to the walking milestone with bated breath and video cameras at the ready. But the behind-the-scenes view of that moment was somewhat more anxiety-ridden, as the notion of two children running around my house subtly sunk in. And by subtly sunk in, I mean it hit me with all the force of the Titanic plunging into the iceberg that caused its demise.
I’ve discovered reaching milestones with my second daughter is happening more quickly and abruptly than I’m prepared for. Everything with Gray was so new and novel, it felt like I waited an eternity to witness her crawling and walking and saying her first words. I was sure she’d never give up her pacifier, sleep in her own bed, or learn to use the potty. And you know what? It turns out I liked experiencing motherhood in slow motion. In comparison, Marlowe’s infancy is flying past like a freight train with no brakes, and I’m left running down the tracks behind it, breathlessly trying to catch up. (Well, not really running so much as hobbling since I had knee surgery last week. But that’s a story for another post. On the other hand, the “breathless” part is definitely on par.)
Lately, my biggest gripe has been that I’m having trouble slowing Marlowe down long enough for a cuddle or a kiss. Rather than resting peacefully in my lap after a feeding, and letting me affectionately run my fingers through her hair, she immediately wriggles out of my arms, slides to the floor, and heads for the nearest toy bin. Apparently, I’m not nearly as compelling as a dinosaur flashlight or the castles her sister builds out of Duplos. And as much as I’m thrilled to watch her independence growing and soaring to new heights, I’m also a sucker for the baby formerly known as immobile. Because that baby was a mama’s girl and a supersized snuggler… just my kind of gal.
A few weeks ago, I was contacted via email by the designer of a fabric baby-wearing wrap called the SnuggBugg. The woman who created the wrap is a mom of six. I repeat—SIX!!! And that’s not a reference to my old Blossom character. I can barely keep up with two children, so I’d like to go on record as saying I’m highly impressed… that she both managed to start a company while caring for half a dozen children (the only thing I can handle half a dozen of is glazed donuts) and managed to remain sane while doing it. Anyway, she asked if I’d be willing to try out her wrap and give some feedback in exchange for a SnuggBugg to give away here on my Cradle Chronicles site. As you’ve likely gleaned from past blogs, I’m a huge supporter of small businesses– especially when they’ve been developed by moms with a dream. With that in mind, I jumped at the opportunity to give the SnuggBugg a chance. I also figured—why wouldn’t my readers want an opportunity to win some free product? You can thank me later and reference the end of this post for the giveaway details on that.
But first– the SnuggBugg.
If I’m being completely candid, I didn’t have high hopes for the SnuggBugg— this had absolutely zero to do with the product itself, and everything to do with my newly mobile kid. I mean, if I can’t even get Marlowe to sit still long enough to let me put a pair of socks on her feet, how the heck was I going to convince her to let me tuck her into a mini kangaroo pouch? Not to mention, Marlowe despises covers and blankets of any kind. You know how some babies adore being swaddled? How they love being rolled up good and tight like a burrito? My daughter doesn’t even want to be rolled up like a quesadilla much less a burrito, so I knew we were in for a struggle. Gray used to love being carried around in a wrap… Marlowe, not so much. If I even toss a light sheet over her feet, she flops around more than a beached whale. Nevertheless, I’d promised to give an honest critique of the SnuggBugg, so I crossed my fingers and hoped for an outcome that didn’t involve me having to test the thing out on my three-year-old instead. (Though, for the record, that might have been just fine– the SnuggBugg supposedly works on children up to 35 pounds!)
As it turns out, I had a bona fide, walk-on-water sort of miracle on my hands with the SnuggBugg. Lo and behold, Marlowe LOVED it! She didn’t even cry when I put her in it (though a blubberfest definitely ensued when I tried to take her back out). The material was comfortable, appropriately stretchy, and didn’t make me feel like I was stuffing my kid into a medieval torture device. Best of all, Marlowe curled up, breastfed, and then passed out. I think I hear the angels singing. For proof, please see the picture I posted above. I even had a hand free to take that selfie!
Getting the wrap on properly took a little getting used to– though to be fair, I’ve found most baby wearing wraps tough to put on at first. It’s sort of the nature of the beast. It takes a little practice to figure out how each one drapes, where the sweet spot is that best supports your baby and your back, and exactly how the baby nestles within the fabric pockets. I found the instructional video on their website (www.mysnuggbugg.com) was a better help than the directions included with the wrap but I am, admittedly, a very visual person. I also had the luxury of about three consecutive seconds to read said brochure before one kid asked for bathroom assistance and the other was clamoring for the booby buffet, so it might have been helpful if I’d figured the thing out before crunch time. Nonetheless, I got it on. If I messed it up royally, Marlowe didn’t seem to care. She simply pushed my shirt aside and latched on like we’d been doing it forever, which I got a kick out of. Evidently Gray got a kick out of it too, because she happily declared, “Mommy, it’s like Marlowe’s in your belly again!” She also informed me, “Look! Marlowe is as snug as a bug in a rug!” In part, I’m sure that phrase was courtesy of her newfound rhyming obsession, but it also proves the wrap was appropriately named.
Now that I’m on crutches, it looks like we’ll be waiting a while before employing our SnuggBugg again. I can barely carry around my own body weight, never mind toting around a baby. As luck would have it, the only wrapping happening in my house right now is being done by the massive bandage around my knee. Good times. Now go check out those giveaway details!
Until next time… Peace, Love, and Dirty Diapers,
Jenna von Oy
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Send me an email titled “SnuggBugg” at: Jenna@cradlechronicles.com, and you’ll be entered to win a SnuggBugg wrap. Just let me know your favorite part about baby wearing or why you’d like to give it a try! It can be as brief or as lengthy as you wish. I will draw one lucky winner before the end of October, who will receive their wrap directly from the SnuggBugg company. A huge thank you to Lisa for so generously donating one of her wonderful wraps!