Who in their right mind would attempt the Brimfield Antique Show with a baby on board? Ummm…that would be me.
When I received an invitation from the staff of Yankee Magazine to meet them at Brimfield, I couldn’t resist. I figured that with some planning, a MacGyver-style bag full of baby supplies, and a good attitude…we could handle it! And I suppose we did handle it…but not quite as planned.
I have learned that the trick to day-tripping with a baby, is to leave at morning nap time. That way, baby naps during the drive, and upon arriving, wakes up refreshed and ready to hit the ground running.
Yesterday, my plan worked perfectly…however, the drive to Brimfield is a mere hour, and my little guy needs a two-hour nap in the morning, no question about it. I paid dearly for this lost hour.
He was charming for the first hour- smiling up at everyone from his stroller, cooing away, taking in the hustle and bustle of the antique show. But as soon as we hit hour number two, it was a steady decline. I fed him, held him, rocked him, bundled him in the stroller…but to no avail. He wouldn’t stop wailing.
I could tell by his droopy little eyelids that he was exhausted, but he just wouldn’t nap in his stroller. And so, after many, many attempts to get him asleep, I finally gave up and made for the car. Would you believe, the second the car came into sight, he fell asleep…seriously….we were about five feet from the car when he finally nodded off. I was so exhausted by this point, that there was no turning back. I transferred him into his carseat, and headed for home.
So was it worth it? Absolutely. I was reading Aura’s post yesterday on continuing to pursue your passions once you have a baby, and I couldn’t agree more. I was thrilled to meet the wonderful ladies of Yankee Magazine (and they were so understanding of the situation, even helping to try and rock him to sleep!), and we had a ball perusing the wares for sale, and snapping picture here and there. It was a great afternoon…not ideal mind you, not quite as planned…but great, nonetheless.
And to all of those sour-faced people who shot me “evil looks” while I pushed my crying baby through Brimfield, accusing me, with their eyes, of being an outrageous mother for taking my baby to such a place, let me tell you something: Yes, my baby might be crying, but I assure you that he is warm, dry, well-fed and incredibly loved. I am not a “bad mother” for taking him along on my adventures. In fact, just the opposite. My son will grow up realizing that I am a person, with passions, dreams, and goals. One day, I will share with him all of the adventures that he took with me as a baby, and I think that it will make him proud. He is the biggest piece of my life, but not the only piece. Together, we will continue to explore, and even though we may hit some bumps in the road…it will be well worth it.