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Bumpy rides

Mummy was proud as a peacock when she first took me out for a drive three weeks after I first made an appearance. Three weeks to the day – my first drive with Mummy. But she wasn’t proud of me, she was proud of herself. When some women still use doughnuts, hoops, soft pillows and other such contraptions to sit on, and hardly dare to take their newborn beyond the garden gate, she took me for a drive. Unscathed by the fuss involved in installing the car seat and its contents in the car or the bulkiness of the travel system, she put on her sunglasses and off we went.  I didn’t mind the trip at all, the rocking of the car was quite pleasant if I’m being honest and I soon nodded off in my brown Maxi Cosy Cabrio Fix. But going back home, well that was something… Our city offers about the worst combination of parking spaces that are (too)vnarrow and drivers that can’t park (except for my mother that is…). So as we got back to the car park we found our Mazda3 wedged between two SUVs taking up the valuable space of our parking bay. Mummy could hardly get into the car herself, squeezing her postnatal body between the vehicles, let alone a car seat. And yes, I really thought that was it. Gee! It scared the p** out of me (literally) when she plonked me on the pavement, got in the car and started the engine. Luckily she stopped when she reversed into the street and was able to open the door wide enough to fit in the car seat.

How many pairs of socks have you got? I’ve got tons: white socks, red socks, pink socks, blue socks, socks that go up to the knee, designer socks, cheap socks and socks with frills. Everybody loves buying cute baby socks. Tiny little baby sockies. But they’re not much use if you can’t keep them together. Well, not much use for an aspiring baby fashionista. I know the odd socks problem is not something that only happens to babies. Daddy complains about odd socks every morning before he goes to work. Something to do with Mummy doing the washing. And she says they’re all black anyway. But my problem has nothing to do with the washing. It’s the socks themselves – they just won’t stay on. And they are bound to come off at the most akward time as well, such as being pushed over a paddle in a buggy, on an escalator, when getting on the underground… They come off and they’re lost forever. All except for socks from Baby Gap. I don’t know what Gap does to their baby socks but they really are the only socks that stay on. So thumbs up for Baby Gap!

Breastfeeding is not obscene! There’s nothing wrong with breastfeeding! Women shouldn’t have to hide when they are breastfeeding! OK, I wasn’t born yesterday. I know all this. But let’s be honest – it’s not really that straightforward, is it? Especially if your mum is only beginning to learn how it all works and gets you and herself all covered in milk – believe me, I know something about it. And it’s no fun feeding when your mum is stressed. Worse still – would you want to risk missing a feed because your mum has taken you out and is not quite up to facing all those disapproving looks? Obviously not. A nursing cover was an excellent find! I’ve been breastfed “under cover” in parks, restaurants, airports, shopping centres and mountain refuges. All with an added advantage of not being distracted by the outside world and being able to look my mother straight in the eye. Mother loves all the elegant designs of Bebe au Lait covers, she even found it hard to part from the plastic box the cover came in. I can’t quite understand that myself. And personally, I think that rather than choosing one of the elegant designs she should have gone for a cow print cover – somehow seems more suitable. But she’s the boss.