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I am very grateful this morning that I am still alive.
Yesterday, Evie and I went up to visit my parents. It's about ninety miles from here, all interstate driving. We were about two thirds of the way there when the near-death experience occured. There were some people working on the right shoulder of the road, picking up trash or something, so I switched to the left lane for a moment. I was switching back to the right lane when the car in front of me slammed on the brakes. As I was switching lanes, I saw that the traffic had slowed down because of a wreck that was in the right lane / right shoulder up ahead (making my own return to the right lane a waste of time) and there was a cop directing traffic around it. Anyway, when the guy in front of me slammed on his brakes, I had to hit mine too. That is when all hell broke loose. My car went absolutely freaking nuts. The front wheels started swinging right to left to right. I know that it only lasted a few seconds but it seemed to last for several minutes. It was like driving on pure ice. Steering in the direction I wanted to go was fruitless. Steering away from that direction didn't help. Finally, I just sort of let it go and it finally righted itself. I have no clue how I didn't hit that guy in front of me. It was so so scary. We think that it happened because I was heading into the other lane when I had to hit the brakes, and the road was slick there because of painted lines and a patched seam there in the middle, and thus, the brakes were just confused and trying to compensate for what they thought was happening. (Brakes: not smart enough to think for themselves. Or the equivalent of thinking that brakes do. My car terminology is non-existent.) Anyway, the cop motioned me to the side of the road and asked if I was okay, and said that sometimes cars just lock up like that. Then he helped me pull back onto the road and I was on my way again before the shock had even fully hit me.
When I was very young, we went to an amusement part with bumper cars. I was in a car by myself and the others were merciless. I was crying because everyone kept hitting me and jerking my head and neck and I'd no sooner go flying one way than someone would hit me from the other side and send me spinning back in the other direction. I swore when I got off that I would never get back on them and as far as I can remember, I never have. That is what it reminded me of, more than anything.
When we were at lunch, Evelyn totally told on me while I was telling the story again. She looked solemnly at my mom and said, "Mommy so sad." My mom said, "was she? did she cry?" and Evelyn nodded gravely. haha, little stinker.
The odd thing was that I had sort of an unsettled feeling about going, and M was much more worried about it than usual. I don't know how many times he told me to be careful, and listed a number of things that I needed to remember to do (like getting gas, etc.)
Anyway, the rest of the day was pretty good. We did a little shopping with my mom and aunt, and ate a yummy dinner (don't you love it when your parents cook special meals for you? In my case, it's chicken and dumplings.) Evelyn fell asleep in the car on the way home and I carried her in and she stayed asleep.. that's always a little tricky with her. She did wake up in the middle of the night, which wasn't optimal, but she hardly ever does that anymore so at least it's not a regular thing now.
Last Wednesday, I woke up with the decision to cut out her morning breastfeeding session. We've been solidly at three times a day for a long time now, but stalling on the rest of the weaning process. (The child threw her arms around my chest the other day, completely out of the blue, and said, "Baby looooves nummy-nummy!" She is, I think we can safely say, extremly attached to the experience. It was a little rough at first, but she hasn't had morning milk since then. Yesterday was the first day that she didn't actually even ask for it in the morning. Then we were busy, she didn't nap and she was having so much fun with my parents that she actually didn't even ask for it all day long. So... yesterday was the first day that she didn't breastfeed all day long. And... I'm pretty sure that's why she woke up last night, but I barely even care because--no nummy-nummy for an entire day! Progress made! If I didn't want her to sleep upon occasion, I am pretty sure the weaning would be a breeze! Unfortunately, I do, so it isn't. Ditching the nighttime feeding is on the agenda for next week, hopefully--M's vacation. Naptime...don't even want to think about that. Pretty sure it will be the end of naps.
Yesterday, Evie and I went up to visit my parents. It's about ninety miles from here, all interstate driving. We were about two thirds of the way there when the near-death experience occured. There were some people working on the right shoulder of the road, picking up trash or something, so I switched to the left lane for a moment. I was switching back to the right lane when the car in front of me slammed on the brakes. As I was switching lanes, I saw that the traffic had slowed down because of a wreck that was in the right lane / right shoulder up ahead (making my own return to the right lane a waste of time) and there was a cop directing traffic around it. Anyway, when the guy in front of me slammed on his brakes, I had to hit mine too. That is when all hell broke loose. My car went absolutely freaking nuts. The front wheels started swinging right to left to right. I know that it only lasted a few seconds but it seemed to last for several minutes. It was like driving on pure ice. Steering in the direction I wanted to go was fruitless. Steering away from that direction didn't help. Finally, I just sort of let it go and it finally righted itself. I have no clue how I didn't hit that guy in front of me. It was so so scary. We think that it happened because I was heading into the other lane when I had to hit the brakes, and the road was slick there because of painted lines and a patched seam there in the middle, and thus, the brakes were just confused and trying to compensate for what they thought was happening. (Brakes: not smart enough to think for themselves. Or the equivalent of thinking that brakes do. My car terminology is non-existent.) Anyway, the cop motioned me to the side of the road and asked if I was okay, and said that sometimes cars just lock up like that. Then he helped me pull back onto the road and I was on my way again before the shock had even fully hit me.
When I was very young, we went to an amusement part with bumper cars. I was in a car by myself and the others were merciless. I was crying because everyone kept hitting me and jerking my head and neck and I'd no sooner go flying one way than someone would hit me from the other side and send me spinning back in the other direction. I swore when I got off that I would never get back on them and as far as I can remember, I never have. That is what it reminded me of, more than anything.
When we were at lunch, Evelyn totally told on me while I was telling the story again. She looked solemnly at my mom and said, "Mommy so sad." My mom said, "was she? did she cry?" and Evelyn nodded gravely. haha, little stinker.
The odd thing was that I had sort of an unsettled feeling about going, and M was much more worried about it than usual. I don't know how many times he told me to be careful, and listed a number of things that I needed to remember to do (like getting gas, etc.)
Anyway, the rest of the day was pretty good. We did a little shopping with my mom and aunt, and ate a yummy dinner (don't you love it when your parents cook special meals for you? In my case, it's chicken and dumplings.) Evelyn fell asleep in the car on the way home and I carried her in and she stayed asleep.. that's always a little tricky with her. She did wake up in the middle of the night, which wasn't optimal, but she hardly ever does that anymore so at least it's not a regular thing now.
Last Wednesday, I woke up with the decision to cut out her morning breastfeeding session. We've been solidly at three times a day for a long time now, but stalling on the rest of the weaning process. (The child threw her arms around my chest the other day, completely out of the blue, and said, "Baby looooves nummy-nummy!" She is, I think we can safely say, extremly attached to the experience. It was a little rough at first, but she hasn't had morning milk since then. Yesterday was the first day that she didn't actually even ask for it in the morning. Then we were busy, she didn't nap and she was having so much fun with my parents that she actually didn't even ask for it all day long. So... yesterday was the first day that she didn't breastfeed all day long. And... I'm pretty sure that's why she woke up last night, but I barely even care because--no nummy-nummy for an entire day! Progress made! If I didn't want her to sleep upon occasion, I am pretty sure the weaning would be a breeze! Unfortunately, I do, so it isn't. Ditching the nighttime feeding is on the agenda for next week, hopefully--M's vacation. Naptime...don't even want to think about that. Pretty sure it will be the end of naps.
