Sunday, May 10, 2015
DAY 13: Road Trip
This marks the first road trip we’ve taken since Liam was about 12 months old that I wasn’t white-knuckling it—it was around that time when he first started getting car sick. You never knew when it was going to hit, only that it was inevitable, so I would ride along on pins and needles—and hope.
After a while we got wise to the situation. We would only travel after 8PM when it was dark, I had dramamine in every section of the car and gallon size zip lock bags stashed in my seat and the car seat for well, you can imagine. And even with all that prep and the understanding that sometimes you just have to accept it, I would still be on the edge of my seat, every muscle tensed.
But one of the bonuses of moving has been spending more time in the car, and I am happy to report he seems to have adjusted to the motion—when we were in NYC we barely used the car so when we did, it was like starting from scratch each and every time.
And today we took a four-hour ride without incident—about half way through I allowed myself to relax a little, of course the kids were asleep and I jumped out of my skin with every, single cough but it was totally freeing.
So I think I am try to sit back, relax and enjoy the ride a little bit on the way home—with a box of zip-locks within arms reach at all times.