Never ones to take the easy route, we recently had another baby. Pomps has a little sister. My parents came to stay and help out for the first 2 weeks and my husband also stepped up his game and so I’ve been able to rest and recover.
But now the time has come for me to get it together and attempt to get back to regular life. An appointment to get Pomps fitted for a new Second Skin splint came up, so I decided to take the plunge.
Despite the fact its a logistical nightmare (we’re nearly 2 years into our quest to get funding for a wheelchair van, still no dice), I wasn’t ready to brave the world with 3 children in tow. Mali was to stay at home with his Dad, and I would take out Pomps and baby.
So I arrive at the appointment on time and no children are crying. Winning so far. Then I unload the double pram, which hasn’t had a workout in quite a while. I start setting it up and…
IT’S MISSING A WHEEL FFS.
Ok so, options:
1. Panic attack and cry
2. Wrap baby to myself and attempt to help Pomps walk in
3. Put them in the stupid pram anyway and pretend everything is normal.
Option 3 seems to eerily resemble my life anyway so I roll with it, well as well as you can roll with only 3 wheels.
I managed to get through that appointment with no one knowing about the wheel except for our Physio, and thats because I told her and asked her to push the pram while I carried baby. There was also a “POOsplosion” by baby, but Pomps overall thought the appointment was fantastic and laughed throughout, so I guess those even each other out.
Just incase you were wondering, we went back to the original black suit with the Spiderman design on the front. Last year we switched to Superman which was cool, but now the only superhero design left was Batman. Pffft whatever Batman. No.
Anyway, like I said, being a sucker for punishment, I then thought
“Well hey, let’s push our happy-baby-missing-wheel-luck and take Pomps to get fitted for new Piedro boots”.
The shoe store was a 12 minute drive (thanks iPhone Maps) from where we were and I didn’t feel like making the trek again another time, so we went.
This time the pram did not want to cooperate. I’m manouvering it across the road when a man points out to me that I am, in fact, missing a wheel.
“Thanks, I know. I’m having an awesome day” I say with a smile. LOL I’m so positive. Self High 5’s.
In the shoe store, the pram wants to keep falling down. I’m getting strange looks and happy baby time has changed to ‘hold me or I’ll cry’ time. I was told there would be many different awesome shoes to choose from, turns out there was only one ugly pair. I then also got told my baby should be wearing socks and a hat. I really love parenting advice. Please, tell me more.
Ok, I don’t want to make them sound bad. The two ladies working there were actually super lovely. One held baby almost the whole time so I could help get Pomps shoes fitted, she then encouraged me to nurse baby before we left and they later emailed me an entire catalogue of awesome shoes to choose from.
Anyway, because I’m so awesome, when we got home I DIDN’T put the pram wheel back on. So next time I took the pram out… SAME DEAL, 3 WHEELS FML.
ps. I put the wheel back on the pram now lol.
chops & pompy 