The Sling Diaries, Volume VII. A photo-documentary chronicling the art of baby wearing in the lives of families around the world. Over the course of six months, Sling Diarists will create their own Sling Diary though a series of diary entries interpreting a unique theme given to them each month.
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Letters to Freya.
At 4:00AM I hear your voice. It’s usually for the third time each night.
I walk towards my slippers with my eyes still closed and blindly place the right foot, then the left inside.
I palpate my breasts. Trying to remember which one is due for this feeding. It’s always impossible to remember. It’s usually a given though, by the way you’re placed in your crib.
I pick you up. You nuzzle into the crook of my neck as we walk towards the rocking chair.
We sit. You latch. We rock. Back and forth until the suckling slows and your hands are still.
No longer twirling your blanket across your eyes.
I walk you back to the crib.
Sway a few more times, then stretch to the tips of my toes in order to lay you down gently. If you’re truly asleep you’ll roll straight to your side.
Your back facing me.
I contemplate placing one more kiss upon your cheek but I choose to wait, not wanting to risk waking you.
I’ll be patient and wait till morning.
It’s only a couple hours away.
I tip toe out of the room, avoiding the creakiest spots on the hardwood floor.
Shut the door.
Turn the corner to our room where your Papa sleeps soundly.
Remove my slippers. Sip my water. And sneak my way back in bed.
Till I hear your voice again.