Yesterday I drove to VA by myself with Mason, it was HORRIBLE!
Stop # 1: I fed him right before we left so at exactly my midpoint he started fussing so we stopped at a Perkins. When I got him out I realized he was really hot and sweating, I felt so bad for him! So once we were in the Perkins I ordered some Fried Green Beans (YUM) and tried to nurse Mason but he hardly wanted it, I knew I was in trouble then. He woke up because he was hot NOT because he was hungry. So that stop was like an hour.
Stop # 2: I got back on the road and was able to drive for about an hour when he started screaming again. I felt terrible and knew he was probably hungry so I pulled over and fed him. I went and used the bathroom and I have never been more grateful for baby carriers. I was able to wrap him up all cozy and bring him to the bathroom with me without putting him in his car seat, taking it out and lugging it to the bathroom (that thing is HEAVY!!) Once he was calm and sleepy I got back on the road again.
Stop #3: He cried for 20 minutes straight and then finally fell asleep. Then he slept for like 30 minutes and woke up again and started crying so I had to stop again! Worst part was I was only like 50 miles outside of where I needed to be. But ya gotta do what ya gotta do. He ate some more and then we were on the road again. We finally made it to VA at 12:30 in the morning. It took us 8 hours instead of the normal 6 it sucked!
I hate taking him on this long trip and it really isn’t fair to him. B has been well B nice one minute not so nice another. This whole thing is just heartbreaking, in a perfect world we could be together but we don’t live in a perfect world and I can subject myself or Mason to this toxic relationship. I wish things could change that would could make it work, that he could make it work. But it’s obvious that it can’t for so many reasons!!
Pictures of Mason to come tomorrow!!