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Why Didn't Anybody Tell Me: Ride Home From the Hospital

Why Didn't Anybody Tell Me: Ride Home From the Hospital


I've experienced my share of scary car rides — driving in storms with minimal visibility or with a 14-year-old driver back in high school, but nothing prepared me for the terror that was our car ride home from the hospital with our brand new bundle of joy.

Though my husband painstakingly strapped the safest carseat we could find into our sedan, and checked it 15 more times at my nudging, it wasn't what was inside the vehicle — our daughter, balloons, floral arrangements, bags of baby goods and a life-sized stuffed animal that made me nervous — it was the lack of control of the things outside of those confines. To hear what happened, read more.

As we sped home at ten miles an hour, the very route I had taken to all my doctors' appointments (just a short distance from our apartment) had become a race track, a rat race.

Watching cars whiz by, I just hoped we'd make it home. And, we did. But, we bought a bigger carseat and a SUV before we made the trek again a few years later with our son.

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