Me:
Yep. Told you. List maker. And yes, these days I absolutely do need to remind myself to pack undies and makeup and shoes. Because you know what? My brain is so full right now it’s ridic. Whatever cogs used to turn in there have got a bit of the old rust going on and I can’t remember where the oil is because, well, brain mush.
So with the above all packed plus extras in my mummy rucksack, we were ready. The car was jam packed.
Our little piglet really hates being put in her car seat so neither of us knew how this journey was going to go but once we were on the move she was a’snoozin and we had Kisstory followed by some sweet soul Spotify playlist on the go.
Albion House was a top little haunt. The staff were so welcoming and helpful. Our room (opposite one that Queen Victoria stayed in yonks ago, sure), had more than enough room for our new Nuna travel cot, featured a super king size bed, gorgeous lighting and a marble bathroom. I love places that pay attention to detail and this was an Instagrammers dream. Incidentally following a post of mine on the gram, actual real life Instagrammer and blogger doll Hannah Gale booked a one night stay there just this past weekend. You can read about that here. Thank Christ she liked it.
Whilst there were no lifts in the hotel, our room was on the first level so really not that much of a biggy. Although I wasn’t the one carting the ‘travel system’ up and down the stairs. I was busy taking photos of my feet on said stairs because I liked the runner.
Our first night was a heady mix of OH YAY WE’RE AWAY excitement mixed with WHAT IS THE BABY GOING TO DO angst. And in truth, she was a total dream.
We had booked a 7pm dinner in Townleys which is a beautifully decorated room and the waiter was all too helpful in guiding us to a table where we could easily reverse the pram in without causing too much bother to anyone else. I was definitely eyeing people in the restaurant to see if they were all ‘ergh, how annoying a BABY is in here’ but they weren’t. Even when she squeaked a bit.
I had a mocktail. That’s right people. I went IN. It was delish. As was the Dover Sole. Hubs was accommodated well, being vegan and all.
We had decided pre-dinner, to feed the baby her night time bottle and dress her for bed, in her sleeping bag. I think this was John’s brainwave and it was aceness. We popped her in the pram, made it as dark as possible by pulling down the shade and tried to be totally normal.
And you know what? Normality was pretty much convincing if i’m honest. We were out having a nice meal and our baby was being a saint.
9pm comes and I’m pooped and anticipating the transfer to her cot, that she’d never slept in before. Oh gad.
Again though, she was amazing and settled right down. Whaaaaat? However, it was a weird experience for me. At home she sleeps in a Snuz Pod which is a co-sleeper attached to my side of the bed. I can hear all her little whimpers and breaths which is really comforting. However, we had set the travel cot up about a metre away from me – arrgggggh! So I obvs kept jumping out of bed to check on her. And she was of course, fine. I decided though to pop the top I’d been wearing all day on the chair next to the cot so she could get a good whiff of mummy if she needed soothing. Soz baby.
Sooo, what worked well and what did we learn?
Fancy a list for this bit? coming right up…
