Snugo is an animal. Something between a cat and a dog and most of the time i get to see imaginary Snugo, it's still very young. It gets born every day here, mostly in my bed, in the bathtube or behind my desk where the scarfs are in a box.
I followed my son being Snugo into the bathroom and into this world for one year, reporting what i felt and saw. In utero is mirrored in this very simple small room where the minimalistic clean stage and the warm water open the space for the uncivilized emotions and the vulnerable savage truth about being a vulnerable child, mother, human.