That’s not a pram … THIS is a pram
If you’ve been here for a for a little while, you might recall that I’ve been a bit overwhelmed with the whole pram / buggy / push chair situation … and also the issue that only one variety of the above will fit into the boot of my very lovely but not very family convertible car. Well… the problem has been temporarily solved!
I carry Hope pretty much everywhere when we go out and about, a friend gave me a wonderful device called a Wilkinet baby carrier … it is fabulous and once you get the hang of winding you and the baby up in the spidery straps it is secure, easy and comfortable for all concerned. However, it is not ideal when it is all snowy and icy outside and you are a two left footed tripping up kind of person like me .. at that point you need to have the small person secure in something … which is where the whole pram thing comes in handy.
Well – I have solved the problem – or rather mother solved it for me by delving in her cavernous attic and digging out my brother’s old pram from 46 years ago … she used to push him up and down the lane before it was paved, and now here I am pushing Hope about in it. It took a bit of dettol and a few gallons of water to wipe it down, one of the wheels had to be straightened and we have made a new leather attachment to hold one bit of the marvellous suspension on alongside a fetching bit of blue twine, but the wonderful coach built pram (I think it’s an old Silver Cross) exactly as you’ll be seeing in the lovely series now on BBC on Sundays, Call the Midwife, is to be seen being pushed around the area most days.
I can’t put it in the car, on a bus, on a train might even be a struggle … I can just walk places with it .. but the suspension is excellent – it’s big enough to carry everything I possess in it (practically) and it makes Hope look even tinier than she is.
We’ve been to the park and been stopped by endless older people delighted to see something they remember from their childhood, down the lane where we’ve been sneered at by a few much younger folk who called it an “old thing” and wondered why I didn’t have a proper buggy for my baby, and just yesterday we went to Hope’s neo natal appointment in the hospital with it.
Huge fun pushing it down the very long corridor at Addenbrookes, and it corners perfectly so no problem getting in and out of treatment rooms and it even earned me an escort out of the building after the appointment as I couldn’t get it down the stairs so had to go in a staff lift. Hope was the star of the show … .even after the appointment when she was very fed up with being prodded and poked and howled most of the walk home. The only issue we had at one point the other day was a whole raft of contractor vehicles parked on the public footpath that rendered access impossible.
I don’t know if I really have a point to make here other than how useful it is to hoard things and store them for when they might come in useful rather than decluttering constantly (and I’ll stick to my guns on that one!). Also my firm belief in things being made to last in the past and much more disposable now. I’m sure in due course I’ll buy a push chair, infact Hope’s lovely paternal Aunties and Grandmother gave us some money to do just that … but in the meantime I’ve saved about £150 by not buying the pram part of a push chair and I’m getting exercise by carrying her about when it’s safe and not slippy and I’m really enjoying pushing the large pram around – and it doesn’t hurt my back as it is so high.
Hope did well yesterday at her appointment she’s now over 7lbs so I guess my newly learned breast feeding techniques are paying off, my cesarean healing is going a bit slower and I have to take antibiotics to ensure that I haven’t got anything wrong inside … the scar has healed perfectly outside.
Today I went to a health visitor drop in service at my doctors surgery … I wish I could have pushed the pram up to the door like I suspect my mother and grandmother once did … nice to think that Hope is the 4th generation of the family to go there .. but I carried her and peered inquisitively at all the other prams, carrying devices and push chairs. It was fun being amongst other others, and very funny seeing the two male doctors in the surgery scuttling past the 15 or so babies all in full howl waiting to be weighed.
The last couple of days have been hard work; lack of sleep has been tough and juggling turns out to be something I need to learn more about but we are getting to know each other Hope and I and the joy that that brings wipes away the exhaustion, and I never, even when dragging my brain from a heavy sleep with a loudly wailing Hope beside me at 3.30am, never forget how lucky I am to have come this far.