On my way to meet my wife at a doctor’s appointment four our seven-month old I foolishly volunteered to pick her up.
|The perfect time to misplace a pacifier. |
Unbeknownst to either of us, there was a big basketball game happening just a couple of blocks from Mrs. Blackwell’s office that would make a 20-minute trip a 50-minute ordeal.
So I went to day care to pick up junior. He is almost always in a great mood when he gets picked up. Tuesday was no different. While sitting in an excer-saucer, he put his arms out to greet me. It was a warm, glowing moment, the kind that nearly melt you.
Fast forward ten minutes, we’re in bumber-to-bumper traffic and he is crying, screaming and pretty much ready to revolt.
A baby crying in a car in the middle of a traffic jam is every bit as bad as it sounds. The wailing bounces off the interior of the car, reverberating through your ears. I reached helplessly for a pacifier but, from the driver’s seat I wasn’t able to locate one.
So, in my desparation, I reached as far back as I could and placed my finger in his mouth as a substitute.
It worked and the crying was reduced to dull whimpers and eventually silence. But, now a new problem presented itself in the form of my son’s emerging teeth.
As he chewed my finger for the next 15 minutes, I thought frequently about the pain. Babies have strong jaws you know. But then I thought about the screaming and adjusted my seat so he’d have the perfect angle to continue to reach my finger.