you guys are the cutest. It's sweet that this contraption could upset someone so much!
Now, lemme tell ya somethin': My fat breast-milk-hog nearly killed all the nerves in my right shoulder when I carried her in her sling, so her dad and my mom were about the only ones who used it. Dreamer that I am, I'm buying another sling for the bun-in-the-oven.... but seriously, there were times I would have KILLED for something- G*d, ANYTHING to drag my little meatloaf around in! Of course, I used the stroller for that, but maybe if I had to travel this wouldn't be such a terrible idea. Of course I might worry about people bumping or kicking it, but as far as dogs & not being able to see the baby... those things are true of strollers, as well, right? I guess I just hesitate to judge the weird-seeming things that other moms do, since they might turn around and accuse me of abuse for not vaxing my daughter on the "well-baby" schedule, or for letting her run around naked in the yard.
I remember how I used to react whenever I saw one of those Baby-Leashes... you know what I'm talking about... and yes, they are quite distressing. But when Olivia first started walking I took her to the mall one day, and she thought it would be funny to duck behind a makeup counter for a little hide-n-seek. she was less than 10 feet away from me and I am not stretching things: I told her she had until the count of three, or I was coming to get her. By three, she had run across the sales floor, hopped on to the escalator and cruised to the second floor. By the time security found her the iron gates had come down, all the outside doors were locked and people were running around with walkie-talkies... she took 10 years off my life in a matter of seconds.
She's usually a very good listener, so thankfully I never had to actually buy one of those leash-things, but I feel like I've walked a little bit in the shoes of those harried, worn-out leash moms, as well as those torn-rotator-cuff "baby-suitcase" moms...
and just an anecdote: when I was a baby and slinging was practically unheard of in most parts, my mom used to carry me around in an old dress-sash tied around her shoulder. One day, she was at the supermarket and two older ladies walked by. They looked at each other in disgust and one said to the other (as loud as can be, just so my mother would hear): "I wouldn't carry a DOG
like that!" I wish I could go back in time in b*tch-slap them!
Oh well, they're probably dead now, anyway. And then there's my grandmother who breast-fed her oldest for mere weeks before her family shamed her out of it, telling her it was dirty. She formula-fed her babies from then on.
So sure, it's a little weird to see somebody dragging their baby along behind them.. but ladies, when you're about and about with a three-year-old boy on your breast, what do you think those Enfamil/Disney-Store-type-moms are thinking about you? They're thinking exactly what you're thinking: that child is going to have problems
when he grows up. But you know what? Your baby will probably just grow up wanting to drink water out of a sports-bottle and not knowing why. And when the suitcase-baby grows up, he'll probably just end up really liking para-sailing, and not knowing why. It'll just be our secret.