So we went to an Easter dinner at my father-in-law's house last night. It's the baby's first Easter and it was the first time he met a bunch of my father-in-law's friends. This past week we had gone to Vermont to visit my brother-in-law. We were talking about this trip with a few different people. They, of course, asked about how the baby did in the car for that long. I said, "He did great, and when he fussed, I went in the backseat with him to comfort and distract him." (All right, that's not word for word what I said, but that's the gist.)
Time after time, the response I got was, "Well, it's okay if he cries a little." Okay, I get that a few tears aren't going to kill my kid, but if my presence next to him helps him feel better and assuages some of those tears, why wouldn't I hop back there and help him out?
I spent the little time he was awake on the trip in the backseat playing with him, singing to him, even nursing him in the car seat (hello, back-breaker). Yes, it was exhausting, but I didn't become a parent so that I could ignore my baby when he needs me.
It's a three and a half hour drive to Vermont for us and we asked the baby to make the sacrifice of being strapped into a car seat limiting his movement and vision for all the time. Isn't it my job to help my child with the difficult things I ask him to do?