Guess what I just did?!
I’ll give you a hint…
Yes. After 23 months of Owen being uncomfortable and carsick in his carseat, I turned it around. No, he’s not quite 2. But I know that I waited longer than most people, and really, what difference is one little month going to make? We’re driving four hours in the car tomorrow and I’m pulling out all of the stops to make it as painless (and puke-free) as possible.
I am irrationally excited about this. I was babbling to Owen about it all morning. “When you come home from school today, you get to FACE FORWARDS in your carseat just like Mommy and Daddy!”. I was clearly far more excited than he was.
You see, I have this theory. Well, it’s more like a wish. And it might be totally wrong. But still. I’ve been holding out for this moment as “the moment when Owen will be content riding in the car”.
So tomorrow is the test. I’m still going to dose him up with the anti-nausea meds the doctor recommends (I’m not THAT convinced this is the answer to all of our problems!), but I’m hoping the novelty of facing forward will give us at least a few peaceful hours on our drive. And we’re going during naptime. That should help too.
Side note: The seat feels SO much more secure and solid in the forward-facing position. It was never loose or installed incorrectly, but something about the way it is supported now feels rock solid, and it’s latched in much tighter. Maybe it’s the shape of our car seats or something. In any case, I can’t wait to toss him in his seat from now on without having to wedge him in the tiny space that the rear-facing position left us with. Hooray! What a milestone.
Here’s to no puking tomorrow. I’ll drink to that.