Why My Humiliating First Attempt At A Baby Sling Made Me Cry

Sarah
2026-04-08T06:00:15+02:00

It was exactly 4:13 AM on a Tuesday, and I was standing barefoot on the cold kitchen linoleum, sobbing quietly while trying to maneuver twenty feet of stretchy grey fabric around my torso. Maya was exactly three weeks old, screaming with the kind of primal intensity that makes your actual teeth vibrate in your skull, and my husband was upstairs asleep, snoring like a congested pug. I was wearing these terrible mesh hospital underwear—why do we pretend those are okay? Anyway, the point is, I was desperately watching a YouTube video of a glowing, fully-makeup'd nineteen-year-old effortlessly tying her infant to her chest, and I just remember thinking, oh god, I'm way too sleep-deprived to perform this kind of textile origami.

I needed my hands. I just wanted to make a cup of coffee. One single cup of coffee without holding a squirming, furious potato in my left arm. But staring at this endless spool of fabric, I honestly thought I was going to accidentally strangle us both.

If you're currently in the trenches of the fourth trimester, desperately Googling how to use a baby sling wrap without dropping your child, hi. I see you. I'm you. Let's talk about the utter chaos of babywearing.

The sheer volume of fabric involved is offensive

Nobody warns you that taking a wrap out of its little matching carrying pouch is like unleashing a magical, never-ending CVS receipt. It just keeps unfolding. I remember laying it out on my living room floor and it stretched all the way from the sofa to the dog's water bowl.

My first attempt to put it on felt like I was mummifying myself. I had fabric over my shoulders, crossing my back, bunching up under my armpits like a weird makeshift bra. You're supposed to make an 'X' on your back, which sounds simple, until you're sleep-hallucinating and you somehow tie a knot that completely pins your left arm to your ribcage. And then you've to somehow insert the baby into this contraption. Maya was basically rigid with rage by the time I tried to slide her into the little fabric pocket. I think she sensed my weakness.

And those ring slings with the heavy metal hoops? Honestly they just look like a medieval torture device for your shoulder, so I didn't even bother with them.

Dr Miller terrified me about airways

So, the real reason I was crying in the kitchen wasn't just frustration, it was sheer panic. At our two-week checkup, my doctor, Dr. Miller, had sat me down and explained infant airways, and I swear to you, I haven't known a moment of peace since.

She told me that a baby's airway is basically like a flimsy little drinking straw. Because their heads are disproportionately huge and their neck muscles are basically nonexistent, if their chin drops down and rests on their chest, that little straw just... kinks shut. It's totally silent. They don't thrash around or cough. They just quietly stop breathing.

I remember sitting in that sterile little exam room in my milk-stained t-shirt, completely horrified. Dr. Miller drew a little diagram on a prescription pad, showing how a baby sling carrier needs to keep them high up on your chest. She told me about the T.I.C.K.S. rule, which is some acronym I immediately forgot half of, but basically, you've to make sure the baby is tight against your body and high enough that you can kiss the top of their head just by tipping your chin down, while simultaneously checking that there's like a two-finger gap under their chin so their airway stays open.

It's exhausting. For the first solid month of wearing Maya, I didn't even enjoy the hands-free freedom because I was just staring down her shirt every four seconds like a lunatic to make sure her little chest was rising and falling. I was constantly jiggling her and poking her cheeks. If she fell into that deeply relaxed, limp newborn sleep, I'd immediately panic and take her out.

Babies are basically little furnaces

Here's another fun fact no one mentions on those aesthetic Instagram posts about the beauty of skin-to-skin contact: you'll both sweat. Profusely.

Leo, my oldest, was a summer baby. I used to strap him to my chest in July to walk to the park, and when I took him out, we would both be completely saturated. It looked like we had just emerged from a swamp. Babies can't keep stable their own body temperature very well, so they just absorb all of your anxious, caffeinated body heat. It's gross.

And that's why you absolutely can't put them in fleece or thick clothes when you wear them. With Maya, I wised up. I strictly dressed her in the Organic Cotton Baby Bodysuit Sleeveless Infant Onesie underneath the wrap. Honestly, this Kianao bodysuit saved my sanity. It's paper-thin in the best way possible, made of organic cotton that actually lets their skin breathe instead of trapping all that swampy heat. Plus, because there are no sleeves, her little arms weren't getting bunched up and angry when I tried to thread her through the fabric panels. It has this nice little stretch to it, so even when she was doing her angry-stiff-board routine, I could still get it over her giant head. It's honestly one of the few things I insist new moms buy.

If you're struggling to figure out what gear you actually need versus what's just marketing garbage, maybe take a breath and browse through some thoughtfully designed baby essentials that won't make you crazy.

That whole frog-leg hip situation

Okay, so on top of making sure they're breathing, you also have to worry about their hips. Because apparently, if you let their little legs just dangle straight down like a sack of potatoes, it can mess up their hip joints permanently? I'm pretty sure I read something about hip dysplasia on a 3 AM Reddit rabbit hole and convinced myself I had already ruined Leo's skeletal structure by week four.

From what I vaguely understand from Dr. Miller, they need to be in this "M-shape" or a spread-squat position. Basically, their knees need to be sitting higher than their butt, wrapped around your ribcage like a little tree frog. It actually looks insanely uncomfortable to me—like, my knees hurt just looking at it—but I guess their cartilage is just squishy and adaptable at that age.

Getting the fabric to support them from behind one knee, all the way across their bum, to the back of the other knee, is the trickiest part of the whole operation. Half the time, the fabric would bunch up right under Maya's crotch, and I'd have to start all over while she screamed into my collarbone.

Sometimes they just want to throw things

Fast forward a few months, and you finally master the wrap. You can tie it in a grocery store parking lot without dragging the ends through a puddle. You feel like a warrior.

But then they start teething. And they're strapped to your chest, right at the perfect height to just furiously gnaw on the neckline of your favorite shirt, leaving it covered in a thick, crusty layer of acidic baby drool.

I tried to be clever and give Maya a teether while she was in the carrier. I bought the Panda Teether Silicone Baby Bamboo Chew Toy. It's... okay. I mean, it's super cute, and it's food-grade silicone so I wasn't worrying about toxic plastic, but she really only used it as a projectile weapon. She would chew on the little panda ears for about forty seconds, get bored, and then violently launch it out of the sling onto the pavement at Target. Then I’d have to try to bend over to pick it up without dumping her out of the wrap, which is basically an Olympic gymnastic feat. So yeah, the teether is fine for when you're sitting on the sofa, but maybe don't bother when you're mobile.

Eventually, you just have to put them down

Look, babywearing is beautiful. It really is. Once I got past the terrifying learning curve, having Maya sleep against my chest while I folded laundry or typed an email felt like actual magic. I think the skin-to-skin oxytocin rush they talk about is real, or maybe it's just Stockholm Syndrome, who knows.

But my god, your back starts to ache. Your shoulders get tight. You smell like sour milk and desperation, and sometimes, you just need your body to belong to you for twenty consecutive minutes.

When you finally untie that massive knot and peel your sweaty little barnacle off your chest, you need a safe place to put them where they won't instantly start shrieking. For us, that was the Wooden Baby Gym | Rainbow Play Gym Set. I'd lay Maya under this thing, and she would just stare at the little wooden elephant like it held the secrets to the universe. It was the only way I ever got to take a hot shower. I love that it’s just plain wood and nice muted colors, not one of those plastic monstrosities that flashes neon lights and plays a chaotic electronic version of 'Old MacDonald' until your brain bleeds.

Anyway, the point is, if you're currently crying over a pile of stretchy jersey knit, give yourself some grace. It's legitimately hard. It takes practice, it takes patience, and it takes a lot of deep breaths. Watch the videos. Check their little airways. Wear the thin clothes.

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Questions I frantically Googled at 2 AM

Is it normal for my baby to scream when I first put them in the sling?
Oh god, yes. Both of mine acted like I was dipping them in acid for the first two weeks. From what I can tell, they just hate the transition of being shoved into the fabric. Once I got them secured and immediately started pacing the hallway aggressively while shushing, they usually passed out in three minutes. If they keep screaming for ten minutes though, check their legs and make sure the fabric isn't pinching them.

Can I drink hot coffee while wearing my baby?
Technically, every official safety guide will yell at you and say absolutely not because of spill risks. I'm not a doctor, but I'll admit I drank coffee while wearing Leo. I just held the mug at a weird, uncomfortable arm's length away from my body and leaned my head way out over the sink like a giraffe to take a sip. Just be ridiculously careful, obviously.

How tight is too tight?
If you feel like you're wearing a corset from the 1800s, it's probably too tight. But honestly, most parents leave it way too loose. If you lean forward slightly and your baby pulls away from your chest, it's not tight enough. They should feel literally strapped to you, like a very warm, slightly damp backpack worn on the front.

Can I breastfeed while they're in the wrap?
Some moms are wizards who can just loosen a knot, drop the baby down an inch, and nurse hands-free while walking through a farmer's market. I was never one of those moms. Trying to align a tiny, angry mouth with my nipple while navigating yards of spandex was a nightmare. I always just took them completely out to feed them. Do whatever doesn't make you want to scream.

When do I stop wearing them?
Whenever your lower back files for divorce. With Leo, I tapped out around eight months because he was a giant and my vertebrae were protesting. There's no hard rule. Just listen to your body, and your baby.