Car seat terror

Nathan is still not used to sitting alone in the car seat, which makes me really upset, cos that means I have to find the 'perfect' timing if I were to drive out with him. And even though I may have the car all week, the thought that he would be screaming his lungs out later makes me want to stay home and snooze my time off instead, which makes another day boring and dull.

Yesterday's timing was perfect when we headed down to Mums and babes fellowship down town. He has just woken up from his 2 hrs nap, fed some milk and changed for the outing. He looked happy enough to set off. Buckled him in, and I decided, maybe I should start talking to him while I drove. Everything looked fine. Since the journey would take us some 20 mins, I ran out of things to talk about, I started praying. When I pray with him, I can talk about almost anything, and makes the monologue more meaningful.

He was good. The prayer was working! throughout the car ride, he was quietly listening, to me and his eyes were gazing out of the window, looking at the falling rain. Praise God, we arrived safe and sound.

And there he met his friends. Every kid's running around, all except him, still at the sitting and crawling stage. Another Nathan, 1.5yrs old loves our baby. He would come round him, hug and kiss him on the cheek, twice he did that. How loving, a boy this young. Well, he's the pastor son, you see... Nathan was a good boy for that 2.5 hrs we were there. Sitting and playing by himself while I chatted with other mums. I was so reluctant to leave, cos I somewhat knew that his good temperament is soon coming to an end. But I had no choice, everyone's leaving. So we walked to the car, the moment I buckled him in, he started making that 'sad' grumpy noise. I hurriedly closed the door, opened mine, and zoomed off.

The whole journey, he was wailing at the top of his voice. I sang, and prayed, made squeeky noises, all to no avail. I gave up, just tried to drive as fast as I could. He cried all the way home. By the time I parked, opened his door, he was a soapy boy, face all wet with tears, swollen eyes and a red nose. A very pitiful sight. I hugged him for a few more seconds before we went up home.

I really drag such moments when I could do nothing to appease him. This boy just needed a hug from mum but she was driving. I hope he never remembered such painful experiences and with age, he would soon get used to car seats and car rides.