Worst Nightmare

I’ve had this reoccuring nightmare since the day I found out I was pregnant that my child would have a meltdown in public and I wouldn’t be able to do anything about it and everyone around me would be glaring at me with judgemental eyes.  Unfortunately, part of this dream came true this evening.  Ryan took us ladies out to dinner at our fav thai restaurant for Valentine’s day.  It was a wonderful evening – O was sleeping in her car seat and Ryan and I were having a wonderful conversation and enjoying yummy eats.  We’re finishing up our dinner and I happen to glance over at our sleeping child when all of a sudden, the eyes intently open.  Big wide eyes glance around and then make contact with mine.  I speak softly “hello my lovely” and in slow motion the mouth turns into the biggest frown I’ve ever seen and then she released a scream from deep down in her belly.  I quickly get up to try to offer her binky but she was not having it.  She looks at me again like I’m a complete stranger then the screams get louder and louder.  Meanwhile I feel every eye in the restaurant burning in the back of my head.  I scramble to try and undo the buckle of the car seat and it feels like it’s taking a lifetime to get the damn thing undone.  I manage to pick her up and walk her to the bathroom where she finally relaxed and after a few minutes, started laughing – nice kid.  The only thing I can think of is she woke up from her nap and didn’t recognize her surroundings and freaked out.  I’ve never seen her act this way before.  Hopefully it’s not a reoccuring habit. . . .

One response to “Worst Nightmare”

  1. It wasn’t THAT bad… the people next to us were very nice and offered their sympathy. It was the first time this happened which amplified the experience but in retrospect, it could have been much worse.

    What was funny though was how quickly after you left the table with her was the waitress ready for me to ask for the check. It’s as if she saw this play out a million times.

    Thank goodness we were wrapping up our meal anyhow!

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