Anna van Heerden

Our story begins in Babywearing will be 6 years… When my first son was born–Brian, I didn't know anything about motherhood. As I had, unfortunately, obstetric violence at his birth, I decided everything else was going to be different.

I decided I wanted to breastfeed and our route wasn't easy, because Brian was a very demanding baby. Today I know he was just a normal baby… So I was a bit of a prisoner on the couch and the breastfeeding pillow… But I always thought that was not life for me, because I also wanted to walk with him and leave the house. But when he went out and took the cart, after a while he cried even more not and I ended up pushing the cart with him in his lap or sitting to give him breast.

This was no easy thing, but one day I had a click. One day I was on my way to the Hospital Egas Moniz for a consultation, at the time there was no car and used public transport (which are not friends of baby carts and you know well why). I leave the train in Belém, I take the tram and when it is arriving (it was one of the oldest), I signal the driver, who by the way was a conductor (which made me even sadder), nor gave me a chance to close the cart to enter and says very arrogantement And: "You here with cart does not enter!". I had no reaction and she ripped it off. And I was with a two-month-old baby over there another 20 minutes waiting for the next one for luck bus. On this day I said to myself: "BASTA!".

At the time, I talked to my mother about the sadness that was going on in my soul and she told me that she had used me once, a Chicco marsupium, and that she had been very handy. That same day he went looking and sent me. I used it with Brian, a 24-year-old Marsupium, and it really made me feel good. From that day on I never used a stroller, but the comfort of that Marsupium was nothing special. I went, then, looking for one of those all XPTO and spent 60 euros for a whole cushioned. I confess that I had a good time for a while and succeeded in the postpartum course. But I was still unhappy because my back hurt and I didn't feel Brian comfortable, because he was a little bit of a.

Before I still do six months I go into breastfeeding groups and then I realize that I am not an Alien, and along with all these mothers I find that they talk a lot about babywearing, ergonomics, hands free, babies who sleep and do not cry… And I understand, this is what I was looking for!

I start researching more and more and I remember buying a stretch cloth from Dona Cotovia and two slings of rings to Elisabete Rôla… It was fantastic! I finally got to be the mother I always dreamed of for my baby! In time we realized that for Brian's father would be much more practical a backpack, and then we decided to invest in a Ergobaby and went so until our route ended…

At two and a half years we found out that Brian had cancer, one of the rarest and most aggressive in children, and with very few chances of cure… The Brian who already liked to use his legs, had several moments that in the lap was his harbor of shelter, physically left often to endure… And then, Babywearing assumes more than ever a pivotal role in our life… More than all the things of the day-to-day that I have spent, than we have spent daily… Imagine what it is to spend the days in the IPO between buildings, between exams and analyses, treatments, hours and days on the wire. Brian tired of all this and with side effects, yes Brian had many good seasons as never seen in those boys, but also reached the bottom of the pit… And me too, my back, my arms, my fatigue… If it wasn't for that backpack, I don't know…

A day of gift to Kaité, from the brand Psicolor, which is our friend offers by the idea of our Tânia Costa, a mini sling of rings to Brian… Do you know what he did from that day? He's been playing, almost every day, his stuffed tomato… "Son of porters, loader you will be…" You were going to be a great dad, son…

Brian was born until his last day of life… Brian broke the 30/06/2016 with only three years of life…

One day we found out Brian was going to have a rainbow brother… Eric was coming. And I knew I was going to load and load a lot… But this time it was going to be even harder… Why do you ask? Because I wanted to do everything with Eric that I didn't try or know with Brian and I knew it was going to be a challenge… I knew it from the day Alice Pinho sent me a picture of a blue Didymos rag with a woman breastfeeding her baby as a print… That was our first purchase for Eric…

When Eric was born, I took him to maternity, a blue sling like Brian's, but the size of the grown-ups, where I didn't dispose of the use. We also bought a semi-elástico cloth from 1bigo and after a lot of training, Eric's father and I were already in it. We started our adventure at Didymos and went well… Eric was growing up, not crying, sleeping well, sucking on the rag… Anyway, I've never been happier. I just thought because I didn't know all this from brother Brian…

Until one day, after seeing so many publications I decided to venture into other sizes mainly on my back… It doesn't run well! Congratulations to the bed that I have behind me, who supported Eric who fell up there grabbed by my hand. I go out with Alice and take a Workshop from her, we get out of there pros putting Eric on the back, and on that day we get a Mei Tai from Fidella to our Lili Lima…

Since then no one else has stopped us, we started to apply for travellers to test new brands and comforts and I only have to thank all the girls and moms who made us the same, namely Inês, Eliana, Débora, Alice, Lili, Elisabete Rôla, Elisabete Muga, Inês Silva, Sara, Ana Rodrigues and please if you're forgetting someone forgive me but mother's memory know how it is…

We ended up buying a doily and a sling to go to the water, a rainbow of Little Frog, another rainbow to Anita, another ergobaby and an endless amount of bô! s… We gánámos in the dips of Elisabete Rôla, an Onbuhimo and a babywearing cover and we still bought you a traveler sling… We bought Tania a Sensimo, because nowadays we have a lead that kills my shoulders… And our recent acquisition was an Isara The One… And this is our stash (I think I have not forgotten anything…), attention that this was not to advertise, it was just to tell you that we have never used cart with Eric and that wants I want the father we get even more addicted to babywearing and we do many different sizes. We are not pros but we are almost there… 

We still have the fantastic part of Eric's grandmother being Angolan and carrying, from early on, Eric on his back in his Capulanas… What a Wonderful Life for Eric, right?

Less wonderful is mine because I was complaally addicted, like I wanted to carry it forever… But the guy's 14 months old, he's been around since he was 10, and he's already a toddler… You finally found out you have legs… Conclusion, sometimes it will be forced to be loaded to be able to move, makes tape, but after there it is cool… But only for the weekend and a short time…

I hope our babywearing days haven't finished… They say the understandings that this there for the 2 years back and back in force, the desire to be loaded…

At the invitation of Marta and Inês could not fail to share our history, not because it is special, but because it is our… I spent time and time trying to write and I had to finish it now, because it was a special month, because on March 15th, Brian would do six years of life… Because it had to be now… Thank you girls heart…

Many rags have been and have come… But I think the rag of rags is going to be the last one that came home… Just because Elisabete Muga fulfilled my wish and gave the name Brian to one of his last creations, by the way is the blue of Brian… Thanks to her and Babywearing I carry my two children together… Eric's always been hugged by Brian…

Thank you all who are part of this world… of our world…

Rajesh Vana