ObiMama: A Story of Our First Date

So I've been a wrapper for the entirety of my son's life. I've lurked on the buy/sell/trade pages, casually asking people to take pictures of themselves wrapped in fabric and complimenting their chest passes... That looks a lot weirder when written down...

Through my travels from group to group, I stumbled across a hybrid creature- part wrap, part hug. I purchased my first ObiMama after searching for the perfect one made from the perfect wrap. It traveled across the United States from a friend I made through the babywearing world. I stalked and tracked like a crazed woman. It arrived in an abnormally large box, but considering it came from a friend, I figured she probably smuggled some goodies as she usually does. After shredding the box, I find the surprise gift: a bag of southern biscuits. *Whispers* "yassssss." She knows me well!

Now, onto the gold. I pulled out the goods and was immediately in awe of the craftsmanship. It's flawless. Every seam. Every pleat. Every line. I'm convinced Jen is not human. Anywho, moving on! The waistband and neck rest are wonderfully padded for comfort. The wrap used for the conversion, Kokoro Mon Cheri Disco, is swarming with chubby little kawaii cherries. My favorite part? The Kombi straps: Padded to perfection. Accordion style fabric tucked behind. Reminds me of little bat wings to hug your shoulders. I strapped it around my waist and captured my little snowflake. He gave me a slight side eye because... This is different... Holy comfort!

He reached up giggling and stroked my face. He approves of mommy's new contraption. Nestling his head under my chin, I feel him start to breath heavier while twiddling my necklace between his tiny fingers.

This moment is everything.
This moment is brought to you by: ObiMama
- Jessica @jesskawaii