Prams on buses

OneYorkshireLass

PinkLipgloss wrote: »

I would like to point out that if a baby is in a "pram" than they are obviously less than 4 months old and it would not be safe, or indeed possible, for the parent/carer to fold it up and sit down with the child.

What the heck do people think mothers did in the 'olden days' i.e. the 80s and 90s? My mum used to have a fold up pram (there was nothing else available at the time except huge silver cross prams). She'd fold the pram up, dump it in the luggage hold and sit me (her firstborn, so a new mother) on her knee.

I survived.

aloise

OneYorkshireLass wrote: »

What the heck do people think mothers did in the 'olden days' i.e. the 80s and 90s? My mum used to have a fold up pram (there was nothing else available at the time except huge silver cross prams). She'd fold the pram up, dump it in the luggage hold and sit me (her first born, so a new mother) on her knee.

I survived.

Quite true. I had 5 and always had a fold up buggy when i went by bus.
Lots of times i have seen mothers get on with young children 3 or 4 years old with a largish pram. What on earth for. the child at that age is old enough to walk and a fold up buggy is all they need if that.
I don't mind mothers with small prams or buggies but trying to get a state of the arts large pram on a crowded bus is ridiculous. Have a little sense ladies.:D

zaksmum

OneYorkshireLass wrote: »

What the heck do people think mothers did in the 'olden days' i.e. the 80s and 90s? My mum used to have a fold up pram (there was nothing else available at the time except huge silver cross prams). She'd fold the pram up, dump it in the luggage hold and sit me (her firstborn, so a new mother) on her knee.

I survived.

I had my kids in the 70s and you just could not get on the bus unless you had a folding buggy that hooked over your arm like a walking stick. There were steps up and it was physically impossible on your own.

I walked miles to my mum's and my nan's...I was young and healthy and it was no big deal.

An elderly lady with a stick, obviously in a fair bit of pain too, would always take priority for me on a bus. It's all very well to say if she can get on the bus at all, she's able to move to the back - but that would mean negotiating the various obstacles like shopping bags, sprawled out legs and the other pram in the seat opposite as well as the two steps at the back.

It was only because someone moved seats for her that she was able to sit in a middle of the bus seat.

If I was about to board a bus with a pram and the disabled/pram area wasn't free, I'd wait for the next bus.

I'd NEVER expect an old lady with a stick to struggle out of the seat for me and go to the only other seats at that time available at the very back of the bus. She had to cope with the bus moving as well, don't forget!

tonydw

i think it says wheel chairs and buggies so the old lady should have said buggy off

Ada_Doom

I am glad that we live in a society where provision is given to those with children to help make the difficult job of parenthood a little easier. Sheesh, there is a massive amount of generalizations about "mothers" going on in this thread, and am surprised at the levels of anomosity towards women with prams. Is this a new thing? When did we all get so intolerant?

dizziblonde

Good god I cannot stand the sense of entitlement that seems to come to many by virtue of having a functioning uterus. And the "I need to sit cos I'm in the first trimester of pregnancy" stuff... I'm there now, I get fainting and dizzy spells - yet there's NO WAY on this planet that I'd expect someone with mobility problems to stand because I'm feeling sick! I made the choice to get pregnant - they didn't. I'm also on the hunt for the least-tank-like most easily foldable travel system known to man (although the idea of one with gun turretts mounted has a significant appeal at times) so that I DON'T become THAT inconsiderate plonker on the bus taking up half the planet with my bugalooaquinnycandymamasandpapas-mobile of doom! (I also find it utterly hilarious the level of indignation people get into when you dare question their buggy choice - it's as if they gave birth to the buggy itself in proportions)

I don't hate mothers - I hate inconsiderate people who think the world should bow down and worship them because they reproduced - and I hate this mindset that if you DARE query inconsiderate behaviour from them - you're immediately shouted down as being intolerant to ALL with children - that we must welcome what is, at times some pretty shocking behaviour, and never dare question it.

mumps

OneYorkshireLass wrote: »

What the heck do people think mothers did in the 'olden days' i.e. the 80s and 90s? My mum used to have a fold up pram (there was nothing else available at the time except huge silver cross prams). She'd fold the pram up, dump it in the luggage hold and sit me (her firstborn, so a new mother) on her knee.

I survived.

I have 4, first two were born in the 70s. I used to get on a bus with a fold up buggy, baby, toddler and bag of shopping. It was bliss if someone offered to help. I used to put shopping on the pavement hold baby in one arm and fold the buggy one handed, a knack we all learned quickly. The three year old stood beside me, he would not have gone in the road as he knew better, climbed on the bus in front of me and found a seat while I deal with putting the buggy on the luggage rack and then sat down with baby on my lap and shopping at my feet. We were a tough bunch in the 70s.

jayne2011

How about little old biddys blocking up the aisle with their pull along shopping trolleys? I went on the bus with my phil and teds double buggy. (same size as a single buggy, not a tank)
And 4 old ladies dumped their trolleys next to be a walked off to the back seats. (In a group) Damn things keep falling all over me and the all over the shop. They didn't give a monkies!!!!

jayne2011

And its scary leaving the house enough as it is as a new mum, 1st/2nd/3rd time. I've had postnatal depression 3 times and the thing, i find, that makes me worse is staying in and not getting out and about! Being eyed up by annoyed passengers at me getting on is really upsetting. You can feel people watching and judging.
Mums keep to your pram bit, elderly and disabled to your bit! If theres no space, wait for the next one and hope its doesn't rain, snow and that your not waiting long. First come, first on.

Irn-Bru-Kid

dizziblonde wrote: »

Good god I cannot stand the sense of entitlement that seems to come to many by virtue of having a functioning uterus. And the "I need to sit cos I'm in the first trimester of pregnancy" stuff... I'm there now, I get fainting and dizzy spells - yet there's NO WAY on this planet that I'd expect someone with mobility problems to stand because I'm feeling sick! I made the choice to get pregnant - they didn't. I'm also on the hunt for the least-tank-like most easily foldable travel system known to man (although the idea of one with gun turretts mounted has a significant appeal at times) so that I DON'T become THAT inconsiderate plonker on the bus taking up half the planet with my bugalooaquinnycandymamasandpapas-mobile of doom! (I also find it utterly hilarious the level of indignation people get into when you dare question their buggy choice - it's as if they gave birth to the buggy itself in proportions)

I don't hate mothers - I hate inconsiderate people who think the world should bow down and worship them because they reproduced - and I hate this mindset that if you DARE query inconsiderate behaviour from them - you're immediately shouted down as being intolerant to ALL with children - that we must welcome what is, at times some pretty shocking behaviour, and never dare question it.

Couldn't agree more. Bear in mind that its not just the pram, which are generally the size of small cars, they have 16 shopping bags hanging off the handles, taking up twice the room again.

The looks you get off the mothers when you try to squeeze past to get off the bus, huffing and puffing under their breaths.

I know I shouldn't, but I do smile when they can't get on!