Some of you may recall that we (foolishly) decided to take Rain on a road trip when she was 3 months old. She cried most of the way. The rest of the time she spent struggling against her car seat restraints until she was sweating (followed by more crying). To break up the monotony, she'd poop. A 5 hour trip turned into a 7 or 8 hour quest.
This past week, we drove to New Mexico. The ONLY reason I went out to Roswell was to visit my brother. He was transplanted there about 6 months ago due to his job. The last time I was in NM was when I was 3 months pregnant with Rain. I was so nauseous that when we crossed the New Mexico/Texas border, I said, "Mark that off my list of places to live! I'm never going there again."
"Hee-hee," said Fate, and last Thursday I found myself in NM again. I understand that my first trip to NM was tainted by morning sickness. Everywhere we went, I had to worry about what I would eat, if I would eat, and what would stay down. So, this was New Mexico's chance to redeem itself to me, not that the visitor's bureau is awaiting my endorsement or anything.
We decided to head out to NM at 9:00 P.M. This is Rain's bedtime. We figured our best chance at having Rain stay happy in her car seat for 8 hours was to drive while she was asleep. Wow, that's something only a newbie parent would do, huh? Even if it meant we would get no sleep, we considered the trade-off fair. Rain did sleep the whole way, but oh the oddities of a long drive in the middle of the night! Let's begin with a piece I like to call, "You feel asleep and we're gonna die!!"
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
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