On Sunday Dennen and I were driving back to Logan from Orem (a 2 hour drive). We were assuming that Finn would sleep the entire way. Not so. He woke up with about 30 min to go and started screaming. We pulled over at one point, but right when we did he stopped crying.
As we continued on he started screaming again. Being the flustered mother that I am I thought to myself... driving faster = getting home faster = quiet baby. Cops apparently don't have the same train of thought. I kept having a feeling that I should slow down, but I couldn't. I was driven by complete baby madness. Yes you guessed it, I got pulled over.
When the cop came back to my window he told me that he was only going to give me a ticket for not changing my address on my drivers license. Keep in mind that I was still wailing at this point in time. He asked if I was okay and I sobbed out "no!" He then asked if I was going to be okay and I sobbed out "I don't know!"
I don't think I've ever cried harder in my life. My hands were tingling. Is that normal for intense crying? The cop told Dennen outside of the car that he should probably drive. That poor cop and Dennen.
Telling the story now is pretty amusing and funny, but at the time, it felt like the worst day of my life. What's even more funny about it is that I think Finn knew his mom was at the end of her rope. The very same day, he decided that he would console me by finally deciding to breastfeed (I've been finger feeding him with a syringe up until this point in time).
Now that my friends is a story to go down in family history.