(For those reading this who may not be aware, these posts are scheduled from my maternity leave, so what goes live in May actually took place last year. I’m doing this so I can catch up on my real life nonsense and still keep an active blog. I’ve had a few comments lately confused about the material I’m posting and when it goes live, so I thought I’d add this caveat to one of the more obvious posts. Thanks as always for reading, and bearing with me as my life undergoes yet another major shift! Love, Hajisaurus)
My second (and last) son was born in the middle of October, which is nice, all things considered. Fall is a great time of year, my favorite, honestly. It also meant that he’d be a teeny weeny around about the time we’d be expected to turn up at family events. Thanksgiving was the first time he’d meet most of my husband’s extended family.
Still reeling from the adjustment, we loaded up the car on Wednesday night and headed out into the world, planning on staying two nights at my in-laws for the holiday. Sure enough, the baby slept as long as the car kept moving, just like his brother did when he was small. What we didn’t count on, though, was the construction on the Pennsylvania turnpike drawing four lanes of traffic down to one, compounded by all the cars travelling for the holiday.
Right on cue, my son began crying, as tiny babies are wont to do. But the thing about newborns is their squall is so unbearable, that any sane human can barely stand it. There’s some evolutionary crap in there so we don’t leave them to die. But I wasn’t leaving him to die. I just couldn’t get out of the car and go to him, because we’re stuck in traffic. It went on for almost 45 minutes, stressing out not just me, but everyone in the car, including his poor brother who could do nothing to stop the crying or process what was happening.
When we finally arrived, my nerves were frayed, but we got through the worst of it. We managed to get through the entire visit without much problem. We didn’t have the help I’d hoped for, though. I had to ask people to hold the baby, not the other way around. I ended up breastfeeding more than I planned on to make the formula we brought stretch out, and because it seemed to be all he wanted to do. Of course, when it was time to eat, in true fashion like his brother before him, I could eat, but not sit. So, I put him in my moby wrap and ate while I bounced him next to the table. It wasn’t ideal, but I made it work.
Sleeping was trickier because we’d been doing shifts at home, but each time the baby woke up, both of us were awakened too, so no one got much rest. The only person who slept was our older son, who had a room of his own. Halfway through, we said we weren’t going to do this again until he was a bit older. It was nice to see everyone, but man, travelling with littles is so hard.