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Aberdeen with a baby – part 2

Driving up the A90 with a spotless house behind me and an uncluttered flat awaiting me was a very peaceful experience. The wee man must have thought so too, he slept for over two hours. We arrived in a muted whiteout and watched the snow falling as the sun set. I promised him I’d buy him a sledge the next day.

Funnily enough, Halfords had sold out of the small sledges when I ventured out the next morning. The helpful shop assistant promised to save me a blue one when the pallet was delivered that afternoon. As I drove away it occurred to me that garages sometimes sell sledges, so turned onto Great Northern Rd with my eyes peeled.

Spotted!

Spotted!

After a long detour round a roundabout and a bit of sliding up a hill, I got parked and loaded the wee man into the pram so I’d have something to balance the sledge on. I couldn’t actually get it through the door – Rosco’s turned out to be an old-school treasure trove with boxes piled high. I waited for the woman in front of me to pay for her vodka and then asked how much the sledges were. I made out the £6.99 bit, but the rest was beyond me. Either the accent here is thicker than Glaswegian or he was speaking Doric. He noted my bemused expression and slowly enunciated, “Fit you frae?”

“Glasgow” I ventured, “I’m trying to find my way around – what’s this area called?”

“Woodside love, yer no missin feck all here.”

I grinned and asked if, by any chance, he also sold mitts for the wee man. I swear to God he lifted a box of lighters and underneath was a stripy hat with mittens attached, in the wee man’s size, with a lion on – his favourite animal. I paid the grand total of £9.98 and he helped me lift the pram over the boxes and out the door.

“And look I’m the only one who bothers to clear the pavement,” he gestured to the snow-free ground. What an absolute gem of a man.

Testing...

Testing…

Now, before you judge me, there is a very good reason he is not wearing a snowsuit. He’s never been on a sledge before and it was dangerously close to lunchtime. As sure as eggs is eggs, he’d enjoy the new experience for the exact amount of time it would have taken to get him into his suit. And I was right. For six and a half minutes he smiled and giggled as I towed him round, then the gurning and the crying started and I knew we’d had it.

After lunch we headed to the gym for that BLT class. The wee man shot off into the Lego pit and didn’t give me a backward glance as I filled out the form for the creche and crept out the door. I was right, the BLT did stand for bums, legs and tums – or maybe it was Burn Like Tabasco… It’s been a while since I did a gym class and clearly it’s been long enough for them to invent new ways of torturing you. Have you ever used a disk? Such a small, light piece of kit – and yet you have to stand on it and slide all over the shop while your other leg screams in agony. I thought my squats, lunges and crunches at Buggyfit would serve me well and they did, for the first few reps. But as the lactic acid built, so did my acute awareness of being at the front of the class (I was late) and I had to grit my teeth, stare at myself in the mirror and will myself not to scream out loud or fall on the floor. The tunes were great though and I did leave feeling like I’d had a proper workout.

On Friday morning I woke up and, like you do with a hangover, gingerly checked myself over. Hmmm. That hot bath and stretching before bed must have worked! We headed off to playgroup through the blizzard and had another brilliant morning. It was really nice to see the mums from last week again – I thanked the one who’d suggested the Sports Village – and I met another new mum who’d moved here two years ago from Edinburgh. She agreed it was an easy place to settle because everyone was either in the same boat or aware that the city’s huge oil industry brought new people all the time. I definitely feel very settled very quickly – perhaps because I’ve been quick to establish a new routine.

That afternoon I went back to the gym for a cardio session, placing myself strategically on the running machine in front of the window to the indoor football pitch. Eyes were happy, ears were happy with my tunes, and I spent a good hour because I was so distracted.

On Saturday morning I woke in agony. Muscles I’d forgotten I had were nagging loudly. Taking steps was awkward. But the sun was shining so I Googled Aberdeen parks and discovered that Westburn Park was within walking distance. I just needed to stretch out, I reasoned, and piled layer after layer on the wee man, pulled on my furry headband and set off in my wellies. It was a bit slippery, but it was glorious to feel the sun and the park seemed nice enough. They’ve made a bit of a feature of the burn by building bridges and pools, but the sun hadn’t hit the playpark yet, so all the wee man could really play on was the swing.

pond

swing

I was getting cold and more sore and it was uphill all the way home, so I was quite grumpy when we finally got back. I had to do some work while the wee man took his nap, otherwise I might have taken one myself. Luckily we had plans to meet another Twitter friend for coffee, which cheered me up. I decided I’d just drive into town – I’d done enough exercise – but I underestimated the Saturday afternoon traffic. I found a parking space on the street, but had no change, and then had to queue for a multi-storey. I ended up parking in the car-wash bay because I was half an hour late and gasping for a coffee. F**k it.

My Twitter friend, now definitely a friend IRL, was totally chilled out, quite enamoured with the wee man and full of chat. After our half hour’s peace while he had a snack, she suggested a walk round the city and pointed out the sites, filling me in on local issues (she works in PR too). It really is a lovely city, I feel more and more at home.

Sunday was another sunny day, so we braved the beach again. It was considerably warmer than last week – there were even surfers out – but we still went to The Sand Dollar for coffee and breakfast. We also took the wee man clothes shopping – his warp-speed crawling has worn the knees out on two pairs of trousers. Since last week had worked so well, we had another early dinner out, this time at Bella Napoli where I felt entirely justified in treating myself to an enormous chocolate pudding. I’ve burned enough calories this week.

dessert

Feel like you missed something? Here’s part 1

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F for First Snow

We woke to white today and, like a child, I was excited.

Two hours later and, like a child, I was in a huff.

I hate snow. I hate dressing a baby for snow. I hate trying to push a buggy through snow. I hate feeling like every passing car is going to skid and hit us. Above all, I hate arriving only to find out the class is cancelled.

And so I trudged all the way home again, trying to cheer myself up with the thought of another coffee and a day at home with my wee one. He fell asleep just as we were arriving so I got some stuff done and when he woke up he was ready to play.

We did loads of tummy time.

We practised sitting in the bumbo chair.

We practised sitting with no bumbo chair.

We read stories in Spanish.

And then the best thing ever happened. I picked him up and he reached right round my neck with both arms, pressed his wee mouth against my cheek and didn’t let go. It was the best kiss and cuddle I’ve ever had.

Who needs a Baby Sensory class when you can have one-on-one time like this?!

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More snow woes & feeling vulnerable

After a wet weekend we were all fooled into thinking the thaw had come and climbed optimistically into our cars on Monday morning. Then the snow came back.

5 inches fell in a couple of hours

I had only a short journey to make from my home to my office, but arrived in tears. The sudden drop in temperature combined with the furious snowstorm to make the roads an ice rink with a lovely slippery coating of fresh snow on top. After a seriously near miss with a car full of kids, I pulled over to call my husband for advice. Should I go back, carry on or park and walk? That’s when I realised my options, as a 6 months-pregnant woman, were limited. Walking any distance in the cold, with a very high risk of falling, was clearly stupid. But so was dodgem-driving. People seemed to have lost all common sense. One guy in a wildly wheelspinning Mini insisting on inching up past a broken-down lorry to get to the roundabout, with the result that he got stuck in the only passable lane. Then, when the lorry driver pushed him out of the way, the rest of us struggled because we’d lost any momentum to get us up the hill.

Eventually, many skids and slides later, I arrived at my office. Despite my ordeal it pained me to email and reschedule all my meetings. It made me feel like a quitter. I didn’t want to say “I’m pregnant and I don’t want to risk falling” – it sounded pathetic somehow. I didn’t like knowing that I wouldn’t be able to help push a stuck car, or go out and rescue relatives who were stranded around the city. I wanted to go outside with my camera and my Flip to get footage for my video blog, but I knew it was too dangerous. I knew this because the M8 – the busiest motorway in Scotland – was a carpark. The whole of central Scotland was gridlocked because of the snow. It had taken everyone by surprise at rush hour, which meant ploughs and gritters couldn’t get through. I was glued to the news channels, incredulous at the stories of people stuck in their cars for seven and eight and nine hours. My husband phoned to say one of his staff had broken down on the motorway, waited 5 hours for rescue and ended up in hospital with mild hypothermia. I worried that people would be stuck on these impassable roads overnight – and sure enough, the next morning, the news was full of stories of snow ploughs’ blades snapping in the minus 13 degree conditions,  and tales of motorists spending the night in their cars.

So while I may be feeling sorry for myself for feeling weak and helpless – I am a very lucky girl indeed. I’ll certainly not be taking any risks that might lead to my need for rescue!

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Snow trials

This was the view from my bedroom for the third day running today:

Snowed in?

My husband had parked up on the main road and sent me a text when he got to work warning me to stay inside, where it was safe. But the thought of working from home for a second day, worrying about the cost of keeping the heating on, or my health if I didn’t, wasn’t pleasant. I saw an awful (but quite funny) clip on BBC of a little old lady getting flattened by a snowdrift falling off a roof and decided, at 6 months pregnant, I was just as vulnerable. It wasn’t worth the risk.

Half an hour later, stircrazy, I decided it was. Using a golf umbrella for support I gingerly made my way up the drive. I opened the car door, sending a cascade of snow onto the driver’s seat, turned on the engine, pumped up the fans, pressed the button to heat the back window then, slowly and carefully, used the brolly to sweep the 12 inches (honest) of snow off the roof, windscreen and sides. Then I scraped away the ice, taking care to hang on to the wing mirrors and not reach too far. Eventually I got in. It took me precisely four minutes longer than usual to get to my office. What a bloody fuss about nothing.

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