The saga of the pram

A couple of years ago you may remember that Hubbs went out and bought me this pram:
We had actually just had a miscarriage and I was depressed and feeling more like a failure than I had ever felt before. Hubbs bought the pram from a local store as a way of telling me that we will not ever give up hope of having a baby. He wanted me to have some motivation to continue this struggle and he knew a small gesture would never do it. I was amazed at him going out and getting this pram, but it was a Mother's choice pram and I thought it looked pretty good.

It sat in the back room, in it's box for ages. When we got pregnant with Jayden, Hubbs put the pram together to help me with my anxiety. It was like a symbol that we would fill it one day.

Then at the 12 week scan we discovered that Jayden had died. The pram got put in a back room out of sight.

So it was with much joy that the pram was finally filled with our incredible son Alex. Just seeing him in that pram seemed so surreal.

Unfortunately the pram itself proved to be a right pain in the posterior.

Now we have a large car - a Magna sedan. It has an incredibly large boot. I could live quite happily in that boot. Yet this pram is a right pain in the posterior getting in and out of the boot. To put it in the boot, we have to take off both the back wheels! Even then it is a battle to get the stupid thing in the boot. It is heavy and doesn't fold up very well. It has scratched the paint on the back bumper so badly.

Then just before Christmas the front wheel jammed on me - so badly that the centre piece sheared off. I had to wheel the stupid pram through the shopping centre, with the front wheel up in the air like I was doing a wheely - feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet and having all the squillions of people out doing christmas shopping staring at me like I was putting my child at risk or something.

I had to order a new wheel and I finally got that in the post about 2 weeks later $28 poorer for my troubles.

Then this week I discovered that somehow when I took one of the back wheels off, the plastic piece that fits onto the inside side of the wheel and controls the brake on that side had fallen off somewhere - and although the wheel still works I don't have any brake on that side of the pram. I looked everywhere, even retracing my steps and searching shopping centre car parks but that little piece is nowhere to be found.

I hate that pram. Despite all the meaning behind the pram and what if represents, I really hate that pram.

I stopped going out unless i desperately had to. We stopped going for walks. I cried whenever I thought of that pram and I just didn't know what to do about it.

We can't afford another new pram and If I did get another cheap pram would it just break as easily as this one?

So then we saw one come into the op shop next to our shop and it looked really good. The shop was shut for holidays, so we looked at that pram every day through the window. counting the days until they opened again and we could get the pram.

Monday was that day - we got to the shop 10 minutes after they opened. They had sold the pram - 5 minutes earlier - for $20. They said it was a fantastic pram. yeah .................... Thanks

So Hubbs and I scoured ebay and the trading post and today I bid and won this pram:


It's a betini and I just know it has to be a better pram. I didn't pay a lot for it, certainly less than I could ever buy a new pram from anywhere from (well under $100). If it is really bad or something, I will just resell it. But I am sure it is better than my other pram.

I will feel much better once I pick it up. It will be such a relief and weight off my shoulders to know my son is safe, and we can once again go for walks. Please let this pram be okay.

So - do you think I made the right choice getting this pram?