This weekend, we were riding around town and I looked back at Max and noticed that his car seat is for up to 22 lbs. When we got this seat, 22 lbs was A LOT, because I was aiming for an 8 pounder (or less!) for my own comfort's sake. After a LONG, rigorous birthing process, that was the first thing that went right-- he came into our lives weighing 7 lb 4 oz. Perfection.
2 weeks ago, at his post- ear infection check, Max weighed over 20 pounds. So imagine my panic when I realized that his seat was quickly approaching it's weight limit. Yikes. I'm a worrier and I'm extremely forward thinking, so this, in my mind, was a major problem. For instance, for every pack of diapers I have in Max's current size, I have just as many in the next size- and have throughout his entire life- just in case. If we're running down the road for 20 minutes, I pack some food and 2 diapers, just in case. And I always have a passy and a back-up passy in my stash, regardless of where we are. And really, that's just a minute glimpse of the nutty things I do for "just in case". So I was shocked that this moment crept up on me.
I decided that today was the day to remedy that. I got a list of the top 10 safest convertible car seats. Then I researched target, babies r us, and Amazon.com with free shipping to find the best deal-- especially because we need 2 seats since Max rides with me and Chad regularly and the "big boy" seats are not transferrable from car to car without a lot of effort. So many things to consider. Sheesh.
Once I made my decision and added it to my list of things to do today, my throat got really tight. Then my eyes started to water. Certainly I wasn't about to cry over a car seat upgrade, right? I looked around the room to see if maybe there was a draft or some wind coming from somewhere that could be to blame for this absurd physical reaction. But no such luck. I managed to get it together, but barely.
I wish the story ended there.
Here is Max making the purchase:
And then we got home and I was determined to get it strapped in the car and ready for our next car usage. Once I finished, I was so proud of myself that I plopped Max in the new seat, got him all buckled up and took this picture:
Then I started boo-hooing. Not just a little. Like a lot. Causing a big huge scene for any of my neighbors that were out and about. And in the midst of this emotional break down, I had no shame. Can you fathom the idea that my baby is about to be 9 months old and he has a car seat for TODDLERS. That means I have almost had him in my arms for as long as it took me to grow him. But didn't I just get him? This is all happening way too quickly. I just can NOT stand it.
This seems to be a theme for my blog. I keep asking about a pause button, and wondering how I can freeze Max so that I can enjoy him exactly where he is right now. But there are no answers. My little person is growing up and there is not a darn thing I can do about it. So now what? All you seasoned moms, will I cry over every milestone or do I toughen up at some point?