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Attachment comes from attaching, doesn't it?!

There were appointments in my pregnancy that I enjoyed. The visit to my midwife Silke, for example. I was allowed to let myself fall, 'weep' with all my questions, un-certainties and inconsistencies and at the same time feel that I was taken seriously and, above all, protected. Yes, when I think about it, it was the feeling of security that radiated from her surroundings and her as a person that made me feel such a close bond.

By the way: The closer the date of birth approached, the more I felt I was in nesting mode. The little bed question had been clarified (an extra bed and thus an enlarged family bed). The feeding question as well (I will breastfeed). Yet for me, this attach-ment topic was still unanswered. How do I do this right? And which system suits me (and my husband)?

I've always observed mothers with a degree of envy who've been able to strap their dwarfs in monstrous lengths of cloth and used incomprehensible binding and knotting techniques on their stomach or on their back.

Help! I'd never be able to do that, I thought.

You’d rather have a wrap where it's just "click" and you're done?

Who wouldn’t! Luckily, I had Silke. Pragmatic as ever, she put a baby doll in my hand and conjured up a cuddly blue cloth from one of her drawers. "Forget every-thing you see in the instructions," she said. And then she showed me how I can se-curely tie my baby onto me - "believe me, when your baby cries, you don't feel like doing a thousand steps to tie a sling" - with only three moves, upside-down, back-wards, and binding my baby. Something like that. That felt pretty good. And I was actually excited and happy that I had passed the dry run.

The baby? Bring it on!

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