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| February 16, 2009
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I couldn't fold the stroller. Me, with my baby already in his car seat snuggly in the back of the car and our top-of-the-line Perego in the parking lot of the mall on our first official outing – and I couldn’t fold the damn stroller to get it back into the car. It was the Mercedes of strollers, purchased by his grandparents. It had a bunting and a cover. It laid flat and sat up straight. I just wanted it to fold. Hours before I’d lifted it out of the hatchback and opened it with one hand. I clicked it into its locked position, a feature unique to this model. I strapped in the baby – who couldn’t yet move on his own – and proceeded to the mall, ready to be one of those moms. He was seven weeks old. We’d been on walks around the block and to the local Rite Aid where I discovered the joys of post partum chocolate Teddy Grahams – but we hadn’t been to the mall. Our first Mommy and Me group was starting the following week. I had to get this “out of the house” thing under control. In seven weeks I’d master the diapers, bottles, baths and middle of the night feedings that I had no idea would take an hour. I was learning to be a mom one minute at a time. I kicked it again and shook it up in the air. I looked around and learned my first big lesson as a mother. You do whatever it takes. You don’t care what anyone thinks. I shoved the open stroller into the back of my car. And what do you know? Everyone survived. That night I brought the stroller in the house. My husband at the time and I examined it from side to side. We stepped on parts, pushed levers, cursed and prayed. At some point with some jostling and cajoling and sweet talking, the stroller folded and we fell into a pile of laughter. We had no idea how we got it to fold, and from that day on, I simply closed my eyes and said a little silent prayer and gave it a good simultaneous shake, shove and kick. And it folded. Every time. I don’t know if there was an instruction booklet. We never looked for one. We just wanted to figure it out on our own – and again, considering my son has grown into a 17-year-old young man with no signs of stroller anxiety, I think that philosophy has worked just fine. --- The Evolution of Stroller Anxiety
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1. Jessica (from It's my life...)
Feb 16, 2009 13:27
I've had friends drive their strollers to my house to see if I could coach them on stroller closing. Those things are darn hard to figure out!2. Kate Kemp-Griffin
Feb 16, 2009 16:57
Absolutely brilliant!1:3. Tina
Feb 17, 2009 08:57
That is so funny. It sounds like so many things I went through when I was a new mom!4. Kat
Feb 17, 2009 23:09
I bet you have the single version of the double peg I had. Total PITA to close...until someone took pity on me in a parking lot. Another M.O.M. (mother of multiples) stopped, showed me the trick and after that it was a breeze. But NOTHING like the directions. So be glad you didn't waste your time on those!