6.11.2013

Why I'm Afraid of the Car Ride Home from the Hospital

I am secretly (well, not anymore, I guess...) terrified of the car trip home from the hospital with Baby.

Not because of the overwhelming sense of inadequacy I'm sure we'll feel once we get home...

Not because Baby and I will almost certainly lose our breastfeeding mojo once we're not within arms reach of a lactation consultant...

And not because I will be falling apart from the inside out.


I am afraid because every time we get into the car, Baby goes WIIIIILD. You know those commercials with the sleeping baby in the car?  Lies. Just one block in either of our vehicles and it's dance party in Mommy's tummy.  

 

Seriously, I don't even know where s/he gets the glow sticks.

SO... I'm a little afraid that, once we strap our new bundle of joy into the tippity-top safety rated Chicco car seat and take the long (or not-long-enough?) ride down the halls of the hospital to the car, snap the seat into the expertly-installed base, and begin our trek home, Baby will FLIIIIIP OUUUUUT. 

And I'm not sure whether it will be a good or bad reaction, but either way, I expect the conversation to go something like, "Yes, Baby, we're in the car again, and it's a little different this time..." ...and then just lots of cooing and shushing and making the stupid little faces we all make to newborn babies even though at that age they can't hardly see past their noses. 

You do it. You know you do. You might not even notice you're doing it when you're standing in line at the supermarket behind an exhausted parent with an adorable, brand new baby. But the guy one queue over does...


In related news...
We had our 35 week appointment today and when the nurse was checking Baby's heart, s/he broke out the glow sticks and showed off a little. And yes, Nurse Michelle was impressed. 

Everything looks to be on track - Baby is head-down, and my body is in the beginning stages of preparing for labor (I'll leave the details to your imagination), so hopefully we'll be seeing Baby by the estimated due date!  Of course, all of these signs don't have any bearing on him or her coming early or even on time, but hey, a pregnant chic in the summertime can only hope. Ya gotta give me something to cling to...

Hoping to meet you in 5 weeks, Baby!!


1 comment:

  1. his or her cousin will be going wild, too, then. E is much more prone to kicking me on car rides than A was. A still sleeps in the car sometimes...

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