A pioneer with a sore back
I’ve made an equipment list – it’s shocking how much we seem to need for these tiny creatures. I suspect it’s not ‘need’, but rather ‘want’ and well… something else. I used a checklist of some 180 items from a baby magazine as a starting point, and now I think about it, the page was fairly heavily embellished with various ads for brand name baby consumables. Mmm… I smell a rat.
I thought I was more of the cavewoman mentality, you know, tie the baby on my back with some animal skin, then off we go, not a buggy, changing bag or one of those handled carrier things in sight, but it would appear I’m getting a little sucked in…
Speaking of buggies, I refuse to buy a double, or at least, not just yet. The idea of negotiating my car boot, kerbs, and slimline shop doorways with a weighty monster of hulking travel equipment for two tiny 7.5 pounders is not my bag at all I can tell you.
I’ve secured myself a used but sound and lightweight single buggy with carrycot; they can jolly well share that for a while or take turns between the sling and pram, and when they’re too big I’ve cleverly chosen a model that converts to a single pushchair for those occasional separate outings I’m told are a must for one to one parent child bonding. God I’m good.
I’m not falling for this consumerist pressure before I’ve even met the girls; a good double buggy seems to cost upward of £500, and apparently many twin families repeatedly buy in error not finding the right one until contraption number 3! This way suits me fine, and you can be sure I’ll let you know how I get on. Trouble is, I’ve not heard of anyone else adopting this approach meaning I’m either truly a pioneer, or quite deluded.