All through pregnancy, I was SO excited about wearing Ginny. My mom got me a Moby, as she was excited about it, too. Well, from Day 1, Ginny has HATED that Moby. I think I've gotten her to stay in it contentedly twice, out of dozens of attempts.
So my mother-in-law got us an Ergobaby, and once we stopped trying to use the infant insert and just used a rolled receiving blanket instead, she grudgingly consented to be worn in that occasionally. For a while. But when she was over it, she was OVER it, and that night we'd be treated to much worse fussiness than usual as the poor exhaused, stressed-out baby just cried and cried. After one of those nights last night, I was ready to give up on babywearing for the next couple of months, and I really don't want to, as I've already had to say goodbye to my co-sleeping dreams!
This morning, in desperation, I grabbed an old bed sheet and tied a knot in it. She loves it. She didn't stop smiling for the first ten minutes, and now she's snoring on my chest as I type this. She's been in it for almost two hours now, and the only complaint she had was her usual "I'm getting tired now" whine.
A. Bed. Sheet.