When my first child was one year old, I worked in Malawi, East Africa, as a visiting pediatrician. A stroller proved useless on the muddy dirt streets, and I marveled at the ability of African women to tie a toddler to their back with a rectangular piece of fabric in about ten seconds flat. But these African babies were so clam, so quiet. They nursed through their shots and a waiting room with more than fifty babies was almost quiet. Why? Because these African babies were all carried. And so I, too, became a babywearing mother, with a baby sling.