I wish I knew why you hated being in your car seat so much. You are fine sitting in it for a moment or two, but once you (quickly) realize what comes next, you start getting very agitated and that leads to a full blown melt down.
I can successfully get the straps around your arms, across your chest and up through your legs (could it be possibly be the confinement that you detest so much?) and can even move you into the car, but shortly there after you scream bloody murder for 10-15 minutes and one time 24 minutes! When you finally do surrender and gaze out at the world (freeway) going by, or into the mirror at your handsome self and go with it, you are so worn out that you often fall asleep. Up until this moment of sweet resignation, it is the most excruciating 10-15 minutes of our day.
Did you know that some babies sleep in their cribs in their car seats they love the restriction and safekeeping so much?
I have been trying to make the transition from the coziness of my arms to the sheer terror of the torture chamber to the vehicle a smooth one for us both, but apparently you’ve got my number and it’s never pretty.
Everyone assures me that as soon as you can face forward, you will love riding in the car. Unfortunately, we have nine months and seven pounds to go before we find out if they are right. In the meantime, I am going to keep trying to get you more comfortable with the device and if you haven’t already, get used to me telling you that “we need the car seat, you have to be belted in, we would be beside ourselves if anything ever happened to you and it’s how we get to go places!” because baby, we have lots of places to go!
By the way, the above photo was not taken while in the car, but the look of “oh no, don’t you dare move me” can still be detected.