Baby and I are back from our trip to the seaside (otherwise know as my home town of Aberystwyth). We set off on our journey at 9am on Tuesday morning, at our local station I sat next to another new mama, her baby two weeks younger than Wilf and being carried in a sling. She was on her first journey home too (to Swansea) and we chatted about the various merits of pushchairs or slings, I said she probably had the best idea but she said she couldn't carry as much because of it. We both got off at the next station (ten minutes away) and wished each other luck on the rest of our respective journeys. So far so good I thought, this is easy we can do this! We had a twenty minute wait at this station so I was able to go grab my self a large latte and find the waiting room. About five minutes before our train was due I thought I would collapse the push chair in preparation to putting it on the train. A stupid idea I quickly realised as there would be no way I could carry both onto the train. I started putting it back together again only to place the seat the wrong way round and leave Wilf hanging almost upside down as I panicked trying to remove and replace it before the blood went to his head. Of course the buttons would then not work so a helpful office worker came along and helped me with it.
Pushchair put back together again we left the waiting room to walk to our platform, the voice over announced the train arriving was full or standing. I walked up to a train worker and asked him what that meant 'the train is full' he replied 'oh well thats ok as I have reserved seats' I said and waited for the train to approach. When it did and the doors opened the corridor was packed in men in tweed, they helped me with the pushchair which we just managed to squeeze in and the train started moving. 'I have reserved seats' I told the people in the corridor 'I just need to get to the carriage'. Well turns out no one had paid attention to the reserved seats signs and so the carriage and gangway was totally full, there was no way I could even get there to kick the people out of our seats. I suddenly realised how hot it was squeezed into the corridor with all these people (about 20!) and then of course so did Wilf.
Wilf started screaming two minutes into our journey, sweat was dripping down his face and I managed to strip him off of the clothes I could get to (I couldn't unbuckle him to take him out as my elbows were stuck to my waist. I realised everyone was off to the silly horse races (hence the tweed) which also meant they were all drinking..I asked if they could maybe let me in the toilet with Wilf but it turns out someone was being sick in there.
Cue an entire hour of hell, Wilf
After the train approached Cheltenham everyone got off and we were able to sit in our seats for half an hour (time to collapse the pushchair, feed Wilf and put it back together again). And we arrived in Birmingham. The train from Birmingham to Aberystwyth went smoothly, three hours of Wilf sleeping or feeding and being fairly chilled. I arrived in a much more chilled out state and we then had four days of fun with my family. Eating out for lunch and playing with Wilf in the evenings. My youngest brother and sister came home from school everyday and entertained him whilst I could bath/have a glass of wine/chat. My dad managed to meet us for lunch on two of the days and spent lots of time with him in the evenings whilst my mum, Wilf and I spent lots of time in the day walking around the sea front or looking in the charity shops. It was a really lovely and relaxing time, I love seeing how much my family love him, it makes me so proud.
Thankfully our journey back went fine (a small panic at our Birmingham change where we had ten mins to run to the platform via lifts) and we were home to daddy. I'm pretty sure he missed us a fair bit.
First picture of our bedroom at my parents
Rest of Aberystwyth seafront
Fourth and Fifth picture me and Wilf kicking the bar