The first couple weeks went by great for me at home. The only thing that I didn't like was that my mom tried her hardest to keep cooking me her delicious food but I guess her oven broke. I had to start drinking this nasty stuff that didn't taste as sweet. I took well to it though I think. .....I mean, ....I had to eat right? I still liked the home cooked stuff better though. Other than that, everything was going great!!
My mom bragged to everyone about how good of a baby I was. Because I never cried. I maybe wined here and there but never really cried. That was until this one particular night.
My mom's cousin Melissa invited my parents over to go hang out. Melissa loved babies and wanted one of her own one day. So she spoiled me pretty bad. I liked it though. She was even so nervous about me sleeping and "rolling over" that she surrounded me with pillows! It was like a complete circle around me. I thought it was funny because what she didn't know was that I was still too little to even roll over. But that's okay. She took very good care of me. She kinda like stole me from my mom and took over. I didn't mind it though. I let her have her fun.
Later as it got darker I finally woke up and everyone wanted to go to dinner. But I started to get fussy right away. My mom said she was going to feed me first, and change my diaper, and than they would go. But my fussiness later led to full blown crying. I mean not just a normal baby cry. But a high pitched scream painful cry! Like I was in this awful pain. My mom was scared. She didn't know what was wrong. I have never done it before. I was fed, my diaper was changed and wrapped up in my blanket the way I liked it. So she thought maybe I was hot. So the blanket comes off of me and she picks me up. I'm still screaming. She takes off everything except my diaper..... still nothing....I'm still screaming.
My mom tried everything that she knew relaxed me. Singing to me, my pacifier, rubbing my head, etc.......nothing. I was still screaming and it kept getting worse. At this point my mom and dad decided to take me to the hospital. They didn't know what was wrong. My mom was really scared. She was shaking. So she got me dressed and put me in my car seat. They hurried to the car and buckled me in.
I'm still screaming at this point.... They got into the car and my dad started to drive. As SOON as the car moved.............silence........... I stopped crying. I was awake, I was calm, I was relaxed.......I was fine.
My mom and dad couldn't wrap their head around what just happened. But neither could I. As far as my parents knew and could figure out at that time is that , I just liked being in the car.
The drive was relaxing and I enjoyed it. Finally we got back to the house.
I was happy and comfortable.
I was finally back home.
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