My Bay Area enclave of well-to-do hippies was all about attachment parenting, which advocates baby-wearing and bodily closeness, high empathy and responding to baby’s cries, and co-sleeping to keep baby nearby.
I don’t disagree with these ideas. The problem was that I didn’t understand how to honor my boundaries while I went about doing everything for my son.
I didn’t know how to disentangle a need from a want, especially in the stressed-out throes of early, unplanned motherhood.
