Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Angel Accidents

Apparently, even an angel in disguise can have an accident.

In an earlier post, I mentioned how Emeline is a laid-back traveler despite her mother's pre-travel worries. Angelically, she flew in four separate planes, slept in three separate beds (not including my arms on the plane rides), and never suffered jet lag. All while battling a cold.

That was then. This is now.

We've basically been on the road for two weeks now. Throw in two more new beds and another cold and this equals a child who has had enough with the coming and the going. We safely arrived home last night but not without her showing her displeasure and making the trip difficult.

It all began with the crying. Another car ride strapped into the constricting car seat was the straw that broke the camel's back. 

We stopped once for the toys and my sweater. Mr. Bug could not console her, neither could Sophie. Draping my sweater over the handle to block the sun only maddened her and the hum of the engine and road could not lull her to sleep (but a quick trip to Target does when I don't want her to fall asleep?).

Coder pulled over a second time so I could transfer the Lilly-of-the-Valley transplants to the front seat while I sat in back with her and fed her a bottle. Tears abated. Yelling silenced. All was well with 45 minutes to go.

Then she grunted.

And her face turned red.

Only a moment after I mentally wondered what I'd do if she had a blow out in her car seat, she blew out. As they say, I had a front row seat.

If you don't have kids, I apologize for mentioning this. If you never want to have kids, I apologize for mentioning this. If you have kids, I apologize for mentioning this. I never wanted to be one of those parents that share about their child's dirty diapers. But I can't help myself. Why do we, as parents, have to talk about this? And by "have to" I mean it's compulsive, a force that takes you and shakes you and you are powerless to filter and not say what you said you would never, never say. Why? I don't know. Is it because it's so unbelievably gross and pre-baby we were used to a more steril existence? Is it because we are accustomed to humans taking care of business behind closed doors? Is it because before we had kids we rarely had to even think about this natural process, but now, now that we have a baby, just like Johnson & Johnson warned us, everything changes?

It begins to feel unnatural, that's for sure.

All to say, we stopped again. Took care of her business, switched the Lillies-of the-Valley around, again, and road off into the sunset. (Technically, it was south of the sunset. Right Coder?)

Okay kiddo. Your opinion has been duly noted. No more trips for awhile.

Just one question remains: Is it possible to launder the padding in car seats?

1 comment:

  1. Yes, we were riding away from the sunset, technically, but it was one of the most beautiful ones to be seen, and we got a great look at it by stopping at the perfect place and time to clean up that explosion.