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There are dozens of sites out there cataloging the various benefits of porting. provide slings bonding parent / child, and leg muscle development, a quiet child, reduced post-partum depression, and so on and on. These are all very important, and I encourage parents and caregivers to read up.

However, I wanted to take a slightly different approach. In this cyber world of emoticons and acronyms, I'll do my darnedest best to make these pixels express my feelings about baby slings and why I do.

Reason 1: It feels good

Flashback. The year, 2002. Handsome husband and I have been married for only 10 months when our little girl could not wait to surprise us. Nine months later, she was there: the head full of black hair, big blue eyes with eyelashes loooongest, and the chin Gobbler funny. We were both at school and work, but I knew I could not stand still on leave, and my husband gave me the incredible blessing and honor to stay at home with my baby. Were we poor? My God, yes! But we had faith, a beautiful baby, and we were happy. I carried her in the ugliest baby sling ever documented, but she was cute enough to offset it. His first year, I'm not sure her head ever hit a pillow. What does a stay at home mother of a charming child do with his time? Nothing! And that's just the way it should be. She never left me. I spoke to him. Blood for her. Sitting with her. And I was happy.

Reason 2: You can make a difference and hold your baby

Now it's 2004. 10 days late at the end of record August heat, and 9.5 pound boy finally decides to join us outside. Fuzzy white hair. Blue eyes. And once again, looong eyelashes. My newly graduated husband has accepted a job real adult in Portland, Oregon, and we move with our two years and two week old. Fortunately, I came across some slightly stretchy, soft striped fabric on clearance and made a sling baby killer. Baby boy was huddled there while I packed with him. I spoke and sang for him. I just sat. I was happy!

In Portland, I do not know anyone, did not know where the store was, how the streets worked, nothing! We moved as the rains have been taking place permanent winter. Our families have been hundreds of miles. My husband worked full time for the first time in our marriage. I became depressed. My greatest comfort in those rare opportunities to blissful silence when I looked at the body of my little fat roll baby sleeping quietly in the baby pouch against me. My two years was a hilarious handful, so my chubby buddy practically lived in this wrap baby carrier while I chased his big SIS around the house, around the gymnastics studio and around the grocery store. I could hear his little baby sighs and shakes her little baby. He could feel my heart beat while I rubbed his back slightly spongy through the canvas. I told him about unpacking. I sang a song to settle in and I finally managed to sit down. I was happy.

Reason 3: It saves my sanity

Another couple of years and another move later, baby 3 shoots in this world in just 36 minutes flat. We bought our first house with all its ensuing projects. We started a business. We volunteer. Some days I can not, can not, can not do everything. Sometimes I break under pressure and become Momzilla - which always makes me cry as I take my precious little under my wing, yelling: "To hell with housework! book and read after book after book and then go to the park until it was too dark to see the slideshow.

I think a number of baby and mumble, "What have I done all day with just one?" Now I barely stand still for thirty seconds at a time. Mom, prepare breakfast lunch. Mom, we have no clean clothes. Mum, there's gum in my hair. I'm still hungry. He has the art