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I'm Nadine. Thanks for stopping by. The floors are creaky, the kids are loud, but the door's always open and the coffee's always on.

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Small Victories

Today, Ursula and I left the house.

This is sort of a big deal.

Don’t get me wrong: we’ve left the house before. But it was always with someone else, like Nana or Daddy. Today it was just the two of us.

We live in a walkup.

Three flights of stairs. No elevator.

I have a heavy baby — 10 pounds! — and an even heavier stroller.

Here’s how we did it:

Cast of characters: Happy Baby Wrap, Kånken backpack, UPPAbaby Cruz stroller

I put Ursula in her wrap. (She’s still not sure about it, usually fussing after a few minutes against my chest.)

I use a backpack as a diaper bag.

So with baby on my chest and her stuff on my back, I was able to carry the stroller (collapsed) down the stairs.

Setting up the stroller was no picnic, but we survived. Then we rolled on over to a local coffee shop to swap new-baby stories with two women from our prenatal class.

And then I did it again, bundling an overtired-and-ticked-off Ursula into the wrap as I struggled to fold the stroller and lug it upstairs.

We survived. With only one meltdown. (Ursula, not me. Although I'd understand if you thought otherwise.)

Who needs a gym membership when you can have a baby?

Getting buff, one staircase at a time....

Ursula: A Birth Story

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