Surviving a City Baby Bus Ride Without Losing Your Damn Mind

It was 4:17 PM on a Tuesday in November, raining sideways, and I was standing on the corner of 4th and Pike wearing a giant, puffy green coat that made me look like a highly aggressive olive. Leo was six months old and strapped to my chest in a carrier that I definitely hadn't adjusted correctly, and he was screaming directly into my collarbone. I had a lukewarm, eight-dollar vanilla oat milk latte in my left hand because I had this whole fantasy in my head that morning about being a cool, eco-conscious city mom who takes public transit effortlessly. Which was a lie, obviously.

My husband Dave later called this specific Tuesday afternoon our biggest baby bust of the year, mostly because we had planned to take the bus to the children's museum, be cultured, and take cute photos. Instead, we made it exactly three blocks before I rage-quit the entire outing. I was so flustered trying to figure out how to fold our massive stroller while holding a furious infant that I actually tried to set my coffee cup down on this tiny, pathetic little baby bush planted in the city sidewalk grate just so I could adjust the carrier straps. The bush immediately buckled under the weight of the cup, spilling cold oat milk all over my boots.

Anyway, the point is, getting on public transit with an infant for the first time feels like you're defusing a bomb in front of an audience of annoyed commuters. I used to call our local route the baby bus because if you catch it at exactly 10:15 AM, it's entirely populated by exhausted women with infants strapped to them, all silently nodding at each other in mutual despair.

But here's the weird thing. Once you screw it up a few times, taking the bus is actually wildly easier than dealing with car seats and city parking. You just have to let go of your dignity first.

The absolute hell of the transit aisle

Before Leo was born, Dave and I spent literal weeks researching strollers. Dave is an engineer, which means he treats buying baby gear like he's procuring equipment for a Mars rover. He insisted we needed this heavy-duty, all-terrain travel system with suspension and rubber wheels the size of dinner plates. It weighed like forty pounds empty. I loved it. I felt invincible pushing it through the park.

Then I tried to take it on a city bus.

If you've never tried to maneuver a luxury tank stroller down the aisle of a moving vehicle while an old man glares at you because you bumped his grocery bag, I don't suggest it. The aisle is exactly three inches narrower than you think it's. You get stuck halfway down, sweating through your puffy coat, while the bus driver hits the gas and you practically surf the stroller down the aisle holding on for dear life.

After that day, I never brought the stroller on the bus again. It's just not worth the psychological damage. I switched exclusively to babywearing for transit days. If you try to juggle a heavy diaper bag and a stroller while holding a squirming baby and fumbling for your transit card with people sighing behind you, you'll absolutely cry in public, so just strap the kid to your chest, shove your bus pass in your coat pocket, and walk on like you own the place.

Dr Aris and the weird physics of public transit

So my biggest freakout about the whole baby bus thing was the lack of seatbelts. I remember sitting there on the hard plastic seat, holding Leo to my chest, suddenly realizing that if the bus slammed on the brakes, we were just going to fly forward. We spend hundreds of dollars on rear-facing, side-impact-tested, military-grade car seats for our hatchbacks, but on a bus we're just supposed to sit there?

I brought this up to my doctor, Dr. Aris, at Leo's six-month checkup. I was fully expecting him to tell me I was a terrible mother for endangering my child on public transit. But he actually laughed and said I was worrying about the wrong thing.

He explained it using a bunch of science words that I half-remember, but basically, buses are massive, heavy boxes. He said something about "compartmentalization" and how the seats are spaced closely together to absorb impact, but the real takeaway was that buses almost never experience the kind of sudden-stop trauma that passenger cars do because they're huge and heavy and other cars bounce off them. He told me that statistically, my kid is way safer sitting on my lap on a city bus than he's perfectly strapped into his car seat in my Honda. Which feels completely wrong and backwards in my brain, but I guess that's physics? I don't know, it made me feel slightly less guilty about the whole thing.

If the bus hits a pothole and your kid bounces a little bit, honestly the vibration usually just puts them to sleep anyway so whatever.

Don't bring wooden toys on public transit

Let's talk about the gear you seriously bring on the bus, because I've made every mistake possible. Once you decide to wear the baby instead of using the stroller, you've to entertain them while you're sitting there for twenty minutes.

I brought this gorgeous, aesthetic wooden toy with us one time. Specifically, it was the Bunny Teething Rattle Wooden Ring Sensory Toy from Kianao. At home? I love this thing. It’s got this untreated beechwood ring and a cute little crochet bunny with a floral crown, and Leo used to chew on it like his life depended on it. It’s 100% cotton yarn, no weird chemicals, completely safe for him to gnaw on.

But bringing it on a bus was the dumbest thing I've ever done. About four stops in, Leo dramatically threw his arms out, the bunny slipped from his tiny fingers, and it hit the bus floor. And not just the floor. It rolled under the seat in front of us, straight into a sticky puddle of what I can only pray was spilled soda. I literally gasped out loud. You can't just pick up untreated wood from a public transit floor and give it back to a baby. I had to kick it out from under the seat with my shoe, wrap it in a plastic dog poop bag from my pocket, and throw it in the wash the second I got home.

Keep the wooden toys at home, seriously. On the bus, you only bring things that can be physically clipped to your body or the carrier.

Stuff that seriously helps when you're stuck in traffic

What you honestly want to bring is a barrier. When Maya was born a few years later, I was much smarter about the baby bus routine. My biggest enemy wasn't the lack of seatbelts anymore; it was the guy in seat 4B coughing into the open air without covering his mouth.

I started bringing the Fox Bamboo Baby Blanket every single time we left the house. I’d drape it loosely over the top of the baby carrier. It’s incredibly breathable because it’s made of natural bamboo fibers, so Maya never got too hot under there, but it acted like a physical shield against the weird drafts and the general public air. Plus, bamboo is naturally hypoallergenic and super soft, so when she inevitably fell asleep against my chest, the blanket kept the glaring fluorescent bus lights out of her eyes. If you're going to buy one thing for transit survival, just get a really good, lightweight blanket that you can use as a makeshift tent.

You can browse the different bamboo blanket designs here if you want to see what I mean.

Snacking on the move

The other thing that will save your life on a long transit ride is a silicone bib. Not a cloth bib. Cloth bibs are useless on the go because once they get wet with drool or mashed bananas, you just have a soggy piece of fabric sitting in your diaper bag fermenting for the rest of the day.

I started aggressively using the Plain Silicone Baby Bib from Kianao whenever I had to feed either of my kids a snack pouch on a moving vehicle. It has this giant catch-all pocket at the bottom. One time, the bus driver slammed on the brakes right as Leo was squeezing a pouch of pureed sweet potato—which stains like literal nuclear waste—and a huge glob of it fell straight down. Instead of ruining my expensive olive coat or his entire outfit, it landed perfectly in the silicone pocket. I just wiped it out with a baby wipe right there on the bus. It's 100% food-grade silicone and BPA-free, which is great, but mostly I love it because I can rinse it in a public bathroom sink and it dries in three seconds.

Just don't try to feed them anything crumbly on the bus. I gave Maya a rice rusk once and spent the rest of the ride apologizing to the person next to me as microscopic sticky flakes rained down on their shoes.

Just step off backwards

If you absolutely must bring a stroller on the bus because you're going grocery shopping or traveling somewhere where babywearing the whole day will break your back, there's one physical rule you've to follow. I learned this the hard way.

When you're getting off the bus, don't push the stroller out the doors face-first. The gap between the bus and the curb is a tricky, evil little space. If the front wheels of your stroller catch in that gap, the entire stroller will pitch forward violently. I did this exactly once, and my heart stopped beating for a solid ten seconds while the stroller tipped and Leo dangled against the harness straps.

Always step off the bus backwards. You step down onto the curb first, and then you pull the back wheels of the stroller down towards you. It tilts the baby safely backwards into the seat, and the big back wheels roll over the gap easily. I don't know why nobody tells you this when you leave the hospital, it seems like pretty critical survival information.

Taking a baby on public transit is messy and loud and you'll probably sweat through your shirt the first three times you do it. But eventually, it just becomes part of your routine. You stop caring if your kid is crying a little bit because honestly, half the people on the bus have their AirPods in anyway and the other half are deliberately ignoring you. You learn to balance your coffee, your transit card, and a sleeping infant all at once. And you realize that getting out of the house, even if it's just to ride a giant noisy bus across town, is way better than staring at the walls of your living room slowly losing your mind.

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My messy, highly personal FAQ about bus rides

Where am I supposed to sit on the bus with a baby?

Okay, so don't sit right over the wheels. The seats that are elevated over the bus tires bounce like crazy, and if your baby has just eaten, the vibration will literally shake the milk right back out of them. Ask me how I know. Try to grab an aisle seat near the front or middle so you can stand up quickly if they start screaming and you need to bounce them.

What if they absolutely lose their mind crying the whole ride?

They probably will at some point, and it sucks, and you'll feel hot prickles of shame on the back of your neck. But here's the truth: you've just as much right to use public transportation as the guy loudly talking on speakerphone in the back row. Bounce them, offer a pacifier, but don't apologize for your baby existing in a public space.

Is the air conditioning on buses too cold for them?

Sometimes it's freezing, sometimes it feels like a sauna. That's why I always drape the bamboo blanket over the carrier. It blocks the aggressive AC vents blowing straight down from the ceiling without making the kid sweat to death.

Can I really not bring my car seat on the bus?

You can physically bring it, but you usually can't buckle it in because city buses don't have seatbelts. My doctor basically told me that struggling to hold a bulky, unbuckled plastic car seat on your lap is really way more dangerous than just wearing the baby in a soft carrier strapped securely to your own body.

How do you pay the fare while holding a baby?

Put your transit card or your phone in a pocket that you can reach with exactly one hand without having to twist your torso. If I put my card in my backpack, I'm absolutely screwed because taking a backpack off while front-wearing a baby requires the flexibility of a circus acrobat. Keep it in your right coat pocket, tap it with your wrist, and keep walking.