WOVEN WORRIES: Poor toted-about baby ... Someone's obviously going for a ride somewhere. (Or being returned to the baby store.) Why cram poor tiny baby into tiny woven baby sack? Poor bunchy baby.bunched-up baby.
"Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between th’ effect and it. Come to my woman’s breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murd’ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances."
You wait on nature’s mischief.