Tweet Daddy (me) decided that Mummy needed a break from bub, so he bundled bub into the buggy and headed off for a 20min walk around the block. After completing the first 2 roads, Daddy decided he might veer right instead of left and swing past the supermarket. Feeling mighty proud of himself for getting [...]
Daddy (me) decided that Mummy needed a break from bub, so he bundled bub into the buggy and headed off for a 20min walk around the block.
After completing the first 2 roads, Daddy decided he might veer right instead of left and swing past the supermarket. Feeling mighty proud of himself for getting the bread & OJ he thought “I think Mummy could do with a decent break from bub” and so he proceeded to walk the long way back to the road connecting their block.
Bub and Dad arrived at the intersection leading back up to the block the house is on. Dad looked at the time and decided Mummy needed more time, after all only 30 mins had passed. He carried on instead of heading home, down to the lovely track that follows the stream (just over there he points knowing you can’t see that).
After starting on this course Dad began to remember that the crossing from that side of the stream to home side is, well, not really handy. So he walked on. At this point bub decided she wasn’t going to sleep anymore and was quite happy chattering to herself until … Dad crossed the bumpy wooden bridge over the stream.
I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced it, but a baby crying at dusk, outside, is very loud.
Dad picked up the pace, sensing bub wouldn’t last much longer & knowing home (and a rescuing Mum) as not that far way. Suddenly it felt like he was in a time warp, with each step brining him closer to home, yet at the same time amplifying bub’s cries.
Almost at a run Dad, bub & buggy pop out of the walk way and back onto a road, 400 meters to go. The sweat is now dripping, bub’s cry reaching the ‘daddy can’t cope stage’, Dad puts on one last heroic push to get across the road and up the stairs at home.
No longer proud of himself, Dad hands a now very red eyed crying bub back to Mum who instantly settles bub.
Dad learned 2 very good lessons tonight:
- Don’t go for a big walk when bub is due a feed in 30 mins.
- Don’t go for a big walk in croc jandals (flip flops) – (silly daddy now has blisters & sore feet)
For the record:
Normal route is about 2.0km and takes about 20 to 30 mins.
Normal path is a modest up to top of hill and down.
Tonights route was almost 5km and took 75 mins.
Tonights path was up, then down, flat, then up, then down (a grassy hill) then flat, then up, then flat, then down, then over a bridge, then flat, then over another bridge, then up, then up, then flat then HOME.