When I was born, my parents already had two boys, aged 3 and 4. Two gifted, high-spirited boys who were already a handful without a newborn in the mix. My wise mother realized that trying to deal with my brothers and a stroller at the same time could, at least at times, be a bit much. So she bought a Snugli. She bought it before I was born, and this was in the days when doctors guessed the sex by heartbeat and were much more frequently wrong, so when deciding between blue and red, she thought, “I could put a boy in a red one, but I couldn’t put a girl in a blue one.” Red it was. And as it turns out, the doctor was wrong, and I was born instead of Patrick Jay.
Fast forward 30ish years and my mother has passed on that Snugli to me. In this day and age, we have a billion different baby carriers from which to choose, and the Snugli is not my only one, but it is the only one that’s over 30 years old, and used to have my bum in it instead of Dagmar’s. We used it when she was a few days old and had to take her in for a hearing test, and we used it over our Easter holiday in London, as well as many times in between.
I’d also like to add, to all those foreigners out there who think that Danes are rude, all you need to do is wear a baby. People come out of the woodwork to talk to you, tell you how cute the baby is, ask how old, etc. and they totally love it when babies smile at them.