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A New Adventure

Last weekend my husband and I embarked on a new adventure. We took a road trip with our almost 6 month old son. A lot of preparation and stress went into this journey. This was not a long road trip. We traveled from Galloway, Ohio to Indianapolis, Indiana.


I am a woman of lists. In fact, I’m not sure I could survive without them. So, of course, I made a packing list…or two. These lists helped me stay organized and somewhat sane throughout the process of packing. Thankfully, due to my organization and list making, I only forgot one thing, snacks for my husband. That missing item was easily solved with a stop at a convenience store when we filled up with gas. Overall, I would consider the preparation stage of the trip a success.


The Car Ride There

I was really worried about the car ride. I honestly imagined the worst. Our son isn’t typically great at sleeping in the car. If he does fall asleep, it is preceded by 15 minutes of screaming at the top of his lungs and the nap itself only lasts about 30 minutes. That being said, you can imagine my surprise when he fell asleep, without crying, and stayed asleep for an hour and 15 minutes. Sweet success!


While There

I wish I could say everything went really well, he ate full feedings, and took all his naps, but that would not be the truth. He was fussy almost the entire time we were there, he wouldn’t nap, and he cluster fed. On Friday, he only slept for a total of 20 minutes between the time he woke up from his nap in the car (11:15 am) until bed time (8:20 pm). That made for a very grouchy little man. He did fall asleep without a fight at night, although I’m pretty sure it was just out of pure exhaustion. He did a little better on Saturday and took two 45 minute naps.

On The Way Home

Josiah was well over due for a nap by the time we hit the road to come back home on Saturday afternoon, and quickly fell asleep. Once he woke up however, he was very cranky. He grunted and groaned the rest of the way home. The only way to keep him from fussing was to allow him to suck on my fingers. I’m certain they looked like wrinkly raisins by the time we pulled into our garage. But hey, you do what ya gotta do.


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