I was planning on writing about nap time today (or the lack thereof with my 5-month-old), but true to form, my little game changer is at it again.
You know how the car seat is supposed to be so soothing? That some babies prefer to sleep in their car seat over their bed, or even your arms? You know how the car seat is supposed to lull them to sleep? That if they are upset and crying, a little jaunt around the block in the car is the secret weapon?
Yeah…not so much.
Finn absolutely, positively, no-questions-asked HATES his car seat. And I am at a loss.
Obviously staying home all of the time is not an option. For one thing, we have his big brother to pick up from school every day – which, let me tell you…actually, let me paint you a picture:
Finn and I are happily enjoying our afternoon together. I glance at the clock and realize that it’s about 1:30. Time to start our “prep” for leaving the house. (Hudson is dismissed at 2:45.) On one hand, I’m excited to go pick up Hudson from school. On the other, I know what I am about to have to endure. Because I want to make sure that Finn has all of his needs met BEFORE I put him in the
torture chamber car seat, I nurse him, then change him, make sure his clothes are suitable, and gather an entire diaper bag full of toys. I load the car with our things.
Then I load the baby up. As I gently lower his body into the seat, he begins to fuss. Then scream. Then arch his back like it’s horribly painful. I finally get him locked in and he simmers down a bit as we walk to the car. Once he’s secured, we leave for the pick up line. I can usually get anywhere from 5-10 minutes of “quiet” time with Finn in the car. However, once we get into the pick up line and begin the wait, it’s all over. The screaming bloody murder ensues. During the course of our 15-20 minute spell in the p/u line, I try everything in my bag of tricks, including, by not limited to: singing multiple songs, offering various toys (which do appease him for .925 minutes each), and listening to “Someone Like You” by Adele or “Let It Be” by The Beatles (his two favorite songs) over and over and over again.
And it happens every. single. day.
I am at a loss on what to do. The problem is not just the pick up line at school, what’s worse is that we live about 20 minutes outside of Austin, so just to go to the grocery store, it’s a 20+ minute drive. I hate hearing him cry (I don’t believe in crying it out) and it really stresses me out! And, if he does cry it out in the car (if I can’t stop, etc.) he gets himself so worked up that it takes a REALLY long time to calm him down once we stop. I am pretty sure that he holds a grudge for at least 2.5 hours. And I have always been a mom who just took her kid everywhere with her…but now, the thought of what we *might* go through is enough to make me rethink how important any outing might be!
So – other moms out there: HELP! Do you have any suggestions? Did your kids love or hate their car seat? Help this momma get on the road again!