We drove to San Francisco so Isabelle could meet her great grandma for the first time.

It should have been a 45 minute drive. It turned out to be a total nightmare 2.5 hour drive. Isabelle was crying like crazy. We ended up pulling over 4 times so I could comfort her and nurse her. It was so sad. She was screaming and crying and so upset. Crying so much she would hardly take a breath. I almost cried I was so upset.

And then the drive home was a little bit better. Only one stop and then she fell asleep. She woke up close to home when we got stuck in traffic. The freeway was closed down for repair and I was so upset I could have irrationally screamed at Caltrans for repairing the road right at that moment when my baby needed comforting.

I don’t want to make that drive to San Francisco again anytime soon. We almost didn’t go out yesterday when Bridgette and her daughter Marie came for a visit.

(Bridgette you don’t mind me putting a pic up of Marie do you? If you do I’ll take it down. Let me know. It’s just such a sweet picture)

The thought of the possiblity of her crying in her carseat was a little daunting. But we did go out. She had a cry again. It wasn’t as bad as the San Francisco drive but it was upsetting. Her crying makes me absolutely frantic to make her feel better. Car trips suck!