You know those signs for your car....right? In case you don't know what I'm talking about, here is a visual:
I used to giggle at them. I mean, it seems kind of silly. Well, of course it seems silly when you.DON'T.have kids. But now? now? OhMyGosh, I have a hard time passing by them at Babys-R-Us and not plopping one in my cart, because people are friggin' crazy on the roads.
Or so it seems now that I'm driving around this precious, little, totally-dependable-on-me LIFE.
It was the day we got discharged from the hospital after having Miss. Emeline. You know, the Dad goes out and pulls up the car, and they make you sit in wheelchair with your kid strapped in their seat, on your LAP, while people who are visiting others come by and "ooh and ahh" over your precious newborn. Or, you know, in my case you have a random lady come up and say, "Aww she's beautiful......cesarean?" The pain from my hoo-ha did the speaking for me---, "Umm...NO. VAGINAL!", I snapped back. [Who the freak asks that question anyway? My theory is, her head was perfect, and she was gorgeous--and you know the age-old saying that c-section babies, are, well, prettier. Whatever.]
Oh, back to the story. Sorry.
Declan snaps the baby seat in the car, I hobble into the front seat....and then it sets in. Holy crap, we are driving.with.a.newborn.
Crazy, psycho, side-seat-driver version of Katie sets in.
"Slow down, babe!"
"That's a stop sign!"
"Watch out, that guy is braking!"
"That person isn't looking, be careful!"
...and Declan is an extremely careful driver. Always has been.
We were pretty much starving that morning, so we stopped at little mini-mart quickly to grab something for the road home (our hospital that we choose to go to is 25 minutes away). On the way into the parking lot of the store I distinctly remember saying:
"Umm....I totally understand why people want those 'Baby on Board' signs now. I think we need one. LikeRightNow."
Declan said something to the effect of, "Careless drivers are just that...careless. They are the people who won't even notice a sign like that."
I guess that's probably true.
But, I have found that in general, I have become slightly anxious about the crazy drivers out there. When it was just me in the car---I didn't care as much. But now? Now that God has entrusted me with this little life to love and protect....
I want to shout out my window at every stupid idiot on the road, "COME LOOK AT THE CUTE BABY IN MY BACK SEAT AND YOU WOULDN'T HAVE CUT ME OFF LIKE THAT YOU *bleepity bleep*!"
Drive! more! careful!
Picture a sweet, tiny, little, helpless baby in the back seat of every vehicle if you have too, and LOOK! BOTH! WAYS! before pulling out. Don't CUT people off. DO stop at all stop signs. DON'T be an IDIOT in parking lots.
Basically, drive the way you're supposed to.
And if you see me on the road...in my green mama-mobile, and you do something to possibly harm me or my baby--
You will get the wrath of me.
And it isn't pretty.
Kind of like a mama-bear with her cub.
Don't cross her.