Updated: Dec. 29, 2015
Originally Published: Jan. 17, 2011
When my daughter entered the world, I was grappling with the aftermath of a difficult birth, and she spent her first days in the NICU. We were separated for the first 16 hours, and I eagerly anticipated the moment we would be together. I yearned for that immediate bond—the love, the joy, the emotional surge I had envisioned. But when they finally placed her in my arms, I felt awestruck yet strangely numb. Those feelings I had dreamed of never materialized.
As we settled into life at home, the days blurred into a haze of emptiness, and soon, the darkness began to creep in. Despite the tears and the overwhelming sadness, I repeatedly heard the phrase, “It’s normal. It’s just the baby blues. You’ll feel better soon.” However, one Thursday, the weight of my newborn felt unbearable. The thought of being responsible for her safety while feeling so broken shattered me. I still can’t pinpoint when or how that breakdown occurred.
I pumped and nursed when I could manage it, often retreating to a corner of the room to cry while my wonderful husband took on the role of caregiver. That Thursday, I finally opened up to him about my thoughts. I expressed my despair, revealing that I didn’t want to continue living if this was my reality. I detailed my plans for ending my life, watching helplessly as the color drained from my husband’s face. He quickly arranged for someone to care for our daughter and brought me to the doctor’s office. I underwent assessments—weight, height, blood pressure, and a survey about my feelings. I answered honestly, admitting the dark thoughts that plagued me. My midwife entered, shared my tears, and ultimately diagnosed me with Postpartum Depression.
The following weeks were a whirlwind of emotions, medication, and countless tears. While the thoughts of self-harm lingered, I regained some control over my impulses. Yet, I still struggled to be in the same room as my daughter. Just touching her soft hair or kissing her head filled me with a sense of failure that left me breathless. I began to search for ways to bond with a child I felt unable to physically connect with.
What an odd search it was, but it led me to the world of babywearing. This ancient practice, instinctive to mothers worldwide, promotes closeness between parent and child. Babywearing cultivates security and attachment in infants, teaching them that their needs will be met while also helping them learn about the world around them. It’s a beautiful tool for nurturing, teaching, and, in some cases, healing.
I immersed myself in research and, with my husband’s support to guide me through overwhelming moments, I retrieved the Moby wrap that had been gifted to me. When my daughter was three weeks old, I first wrapped her close. The experience was both exhilarating and strange. I felt an electric connection as she nestled against me and ultimately fell asleep. This was the first glimmer of progress I recognized—hope.
As often as possible, I wrapped my daughter and went about my day. Whenever I felt overwhelmed, my husband would step in to care for her, allowing me space to breathe. With each wrap, every sigh of contentment from my baby, that glimmer of hope grew. The Moby wrap became a bridge connecting my broken mind and heart, my past and present. It facilitated a connection between my baby and my struggling self.
The day I successfully cared for my daughter was monumental, and I rewarded myself with my first woven wrap. My Kokadi Teo Stars became a symbol of achievement, representing the merging of my two worlds into a beautiful harmony. Four weeks after my first wrap, as I clumsily secured her in this new fabric, she looked up at me and smiled. That smile opened the floodgates of hope. At seven weeks old, I finally felt like her mother—not just a caretaker—and I credited babywearing for this transformation.
For some, babywearing may seem like a convenience or a quirky trend, but for me, it was a lifesaver. It allowed me to feel my daughter’s closeness while providing a necessary distraction. It’s essential to remember that Postpartum Depression is not a reflection of your worth as a mother. You did nothing to deserve it, and you are not alone. To mothers experiencing this struggle, wear your babies whenever you can. You never know how it might change your life.
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In summary, babywearing can be a powerful tool for mothers dealing with Postpartum Depression. It fosters connection, provides comfort, and ultimately serves as a bridge to healing.