Have you ever cried while driving?
That’s probably not the safest thing to do.
I mean, it’s not as dangerous as drinking and driving or texting while driving, but CRYING has its own level of wrong, too.
I realized this as I was wiping away tears this morning after I took Isaiah to the doctor. The little Meatball is having a terrible week. Probably the worst in his four moths of existence.
Isaiah’s been struggling with moderate eczema for quite some time and Nick and I have been playing detective, trying to figure out what triggers it or how we can relieve it. Last month we figured out that the space heater in his room is the culprit.
So we unplugged the darn thing and layered him in extra shirts and socks when he went to bed.
And then spring came.
His eczema flared last week and I wondered if maybe it’s something in his milk. So I took out 99% of dairy in my diet.
This week, I gave up eggs. No change.
Poor little guy looked miserable. And I was having a breakdown watching his splotches begin to spread over his head, face, torso and arms. His little uncoordinated hands were scratching his head and belly while he cried and I would try to comfort him while I bawled myself.
What a mess.
So I took him to the doctor for three things: eczema, possible teething, and a bad cough.
Isaiah laughed and wiggled as the doctor examined him and thought the tongue stick to examine his mouth was the greatest thing ever and laughed in the doctor’s face.
Despite the laughs, he had a low grade fever and his eczema needs some serious attention. I fired away with questions and more questions. Without Nick there to calmly interject something very Borchers-esque, my motor mouth went nuts. Luckily, the doctor didn’t mind my fretting. (I assume fretting mothers are quite common in a pediatric setting.)
So, I hauled my 17.5lb elephant back to the car and got in the driver’s seat to head to Rite Aid to pick up his prescriptions.
I kept glancing in my rear view mirror to see his baby mirror. He looked so much like Nick, but covered in red patches of itch, and handled everything so well. His skin, fever, and cough coupled with Nick’s departure got the best of me and my tear ducts. And that’s when the bawling happened and my vision blurred from crying.
And that’s why I am writing to caution all who cry while driving – it’s just as hazardous as texting.
You can’t see ANYTHING.