Holy Meltdown

Oh. My. Goodness.

This evening was my first experience with a true inconsolable car meltdown that I had no control over. 

Little love and I decided to go meet Daddy after he got off work for some dinner.  As soon as I turned on the car, the low fuel light beeps annoyingly. Really? Okay, easy fix...maybe not what I had planned, but an easy fix nonetheless.  We pulled up to the pump at Sheetz and I got it going.  Naturally, I didn't want to leave him alone in the car, so I opened his door and began playing little peek-a-boo games and such. He was a giggle machine, completely happy. I'm not sure if this confused him...having me play with him while he was buckled in, since usually I'm not visible in the car, but OH MY. 

After the gas was pumped, I gave him a kiss and closed his door. By the time I was halfway out of the parking lot, he had started the crying. I figured he was just getting adjusted, so I just turned on his favorite classical music and pulled into traffic.

This child scream-cried the ENTIRE.....WAY....THERE. We're talking 20minutes straight. The way traffic patterns were, there was no way I could stop and pull over to console him, so I had to do what I could. Which clearly wasn't cutting it...ha!  As my poor little guy is screaming his head off, I am pulling out every little song he loves. I'm not totally horrible at singing, but it's surely not my forte. Here I am, driving down the road with screaming baby, singing my little heart out. Five Little Ducks...nope. That didn't work.  Twinkle Twinkle? Oh heck no.  Jesus Loves Me? Well, yes, He does...but...no. No no no. I'm pretty sure I created words to songs that definitely don't exist.

We finally pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, my head pounding. I was sure at this point that there was something pinching him, he had a tooth breaking the skin at that very moment...SOMETHING huge had to be going on back there. I got out of the car, quickly rushed to open the door, and through red-faced teary eyes, sweet boy lets out a shriek of delight a big smile.

Wow. I have never appreciated little snuggles quite like the ones that followed getting him out of his seat.

We mean so much to these little lovebugs! The simple sight of our face as parents can literally stop them in their tracks and turn a sob into a smile. What a blessing!

Now, off to take an Aleve...because whew, that crying did a number on my head!