Tomorrow is National Adoption Day! Today we have a guest blogger to share with us some of the benefits of babywearing with an adopted child.
I use to be that mom. The mom that would carry her infant around in a ridiculously heavy car seat, because for some reason in my mind it seemed easier than holding a tiny baby. Looking back now, I realize the logic in that was missing. But considering it was my first child I guess I still had a lot to learn.
|With my oldest son after discovering the practical side of babywearing|
When my next baby came along, it seemed I didn’t have enough hands anymore. This led to my discovery of babywearing. At this point I didn’t have a love for babywearing. I had a NEED for it. If I had one child strapped to me, that meant I had both hands free to wrangle my then 3 year old daughter. Even better, I could strap my baby boy, Micah, to my back and even PICK UP my daughter. It was a convenient easy option to keeping my kids safe and nearby.
Immediately after my son Micah was born, we started the process to adopt a baby boy from Korea. We were told the adoption process would take about 2 years. Well, God had other plans, because 10 months after our very first interview our teeny tiny 4 month old Korean baby was in our arms. What a blessing. But boy was my world about to be ROCKED!
|Coming home with our new baby, a carrier in the background|
During those 10 months of waiting, I did a LOT of reading, a lot of blog posting, and lots of question asking on adoption forums. I learned all about bonding and attachment, and the importance of keeping your newly adopted baby as close as possible. After all, I would be bringing home a baby who had never been near me or my family, had never seen “white” faces, and had never heard our language. Everything around him would look, smell, sound, and taste different. At this point, the need for babywearing changed drastically.
From the moment our new son Arie was placed in our arms, I kept him as close to me as possible. If he wasn’t in my arms, he was strapped to my chest. I no longer looked at babywearing as simply a way to make life easier. Now it was a way to help me and my baby fall in love with each other. With him on my chest, he could hear my heart beating, feel my breath, hear my voice, and smell my scent. These were all things that my biological children were able to do while in my belly and immediately after birth. But in Arie’s eyes, I was a stranger. So we had a lot of bonding to catch up on.
|Arie still likes to be worn as a big kid!|
Arie quickly became attached to both me and my husband. Keeping him physically close helped our bond strengthen. I loved having him near my heart, and he loved being there. I have learned throughout the years that although babywearing is practical and convenient, it can also be magical. It helped the love grow between us and our adopted son, and it brought us closer in more ways than one.
|Our first photo of our family of 6!|
Arie is now a 32 pound 5 year old. He still occasionally asks to be worn in the carrier, and I happily oblige (but only in the house!). I have since had another baby, and this time around I was able to appreciate ALL the benefits of babywearing. But I could still use a few more hands….
Posted by Ryan