Yesterday morning I went to buckle Rafi into his carseat and yep, he’s too big for that little baby capsule. Turns out I’ve also been completely destroyed by this motherhood business because I promptly burst into a flood of sentimental tears.
It seems a little ridiculous – I would have teased myself mercifully for this 12 months ago – but I walked inside afterwards and sent off a thank you email to Britax Australia (who made our carseat and also pram).
There’s something a bit special about carseats and prams. Usually the first ‘big’ purchase you make when you fall pregnant, there’s a sense of “this is really happening” when you see a baby capsule fitted in you car for the first time.
For me, a pram represented freedom. In those early weeks with a newborn I felt trapped by the walls of my own apartment, utterly dependent on my husband and family for anything beyond the needs of my baby. A pram got me out and about, back into the world, feeling human again.
Seeing Rafi today me immediately nostalgic; remembering how teeny tiny he was on that first day coming home from hospital, how snuggly he looked in that capsule and how my husband and I kept looking over our shoulders waiting for someone to shout at us - "Hey you there! What do you think you're doing with that baby!"
We've come a long way since then.
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For the many new parents and parents-to-be - you'll want the details: Rafi has the E-brake pram which stops him from rolling down hills when I inevitably take my hands off the handle to check my phone and until this week fitted into the Safe n' Sound capsule.... *Sobs*
Anyone else got a ridiculous "wow, I'm really a parent now!" story to share?
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