After five years of baby and toddler carrying, my arm hurts. I think I wrote about this long ago, and I hoped it would be better by now, but my three year old still wants to be held and to climb up my shoulder when he gets shy. And while I could stop it, I’m sure, I don’t want to, both for my son’s sake and for my own, even if my left arm feels limp and useless except when I reach up to pick him up when it magically does not hurt.
Go figure. Must be a parent thing.
Anyway, the arm was manageable – and I will stop carrying him at some point – until I got a smartphone. It turns out that I hold the smartphone at an angle that matches my child-carrying one.
So after I have checked my e-mail or surfed the web or texted someone, my arm hurts even more than it does when carrying Baby B.
Maybe it’s a message to disconnect …
Dispatches from Daddyland 