I learned my lesson pretty fast and got used to windows up,
radio down driving. We continued this
way without incident for a few weeks.
This spring was glorious and I spent most days at the park with several
friends. We were trying out a different
park and it had stairs so I was going to leave my stroller and car seat and
just carry him. I made sure to pick a
shady spot because my black car with black leather seats heats up pretty quickly. Mental high five for being one step
ahead. We had a great time and a few
hours later it was time to pack ole Teddy Bear up and get ready for the nap. Ut oh.
He fell asleep in my arms on the walk back to the car. Ut oh.
The sun had moved and my car was sitting there baking. Ut oh.
My back was already hurting from the long walk and lugging my little
chubby fat fat baby. Panic.
I opened the door and felt the heat wave wash over me. I immediately cranked the car and blasted the
air conditioning. Do I leave the cranked
car to walk back to my friends? There’s no shade for me to sit and wait. It’s either roast the baby standing in the parking
lot or roast the baby in the warm car. I
decide to walk back to my friends and just let him sleep on me, when I look
back and see them packing up too.
Crap. Fine, I’m going to risk it
in the car. I check the buckles and they
weren’t hot so I loaded him up. I don’t know
what was more dangerous: the fact that I had a baby in a warm backseat or the
fact that I was driving 50 mph on back roads. Mother of the year – I am
not. I arrived at our house and jumped
out to check on him. News articles of
babies dying from being left in the heat are running through my head and I can
feel my heart beating. Did I just kill
my baby? I swing open the door and there
is sweet little Teddy, sound asleep, peaceful, and happy (albeit a smidge
sweaty). It was a balmy 75 degrees and I
just knew that I roasted the baby. It’s
official. I’m a crazy person.
Fast forward several months to last week and we are on a
nice Sunday drive. Teddy is 7 months old
and we are in TJ’s truck. Teddy is
babbling in the backseat and TJ has to swerve kind of quickly to miss some debris
in the road and Teddy literally starts yelling.
It’s the cutest thing we have ever heard. He can now reach the shade on the car seat so
he plays with it and just has a fun ole time.
TJ turns a little too quickly to see what Teddy would do (enough for me
to give him a look and him to say he was sorry). Teddy braced himself for the rest of the ride
home but was laughing the whole time. I
think we might have a racecar driver on our hands after all.
Here a couple of pics from the day TJ was driving. Seriously, the kid is hanging on for dear laugh. I wish I had recorded his giggles.
*We just drove four hours for some Labor Day fun and that post will be coming soon... "Driving With a Baby Damn Near Caused a Nervous Breakdown"
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