Toot Toot, Chugga Chugga, Big Red Car

Louis hates the car. This is not a new thing. It has been going on since he was 36 hours old and we bundled him into his car seat for the first time. He started screaming that bloodcurdling shriek every parent knows and fears. Nevin and I walked out of the hospital engulfed in panic as all eyes were on us. We had been parents for less than two days and our child was already embarrassing us.

Screaming as we put him into the car seat.

Lou is now almost 16 months old and other than a brief fascination with Christmas with the Chipmunks, nothing has kept him from screaming in his car seat since that first ride a year and a half ago. I have reached my breaking point. Getting him out the door to daycare every morning is tough enough, but when I get anywhere near putting him in the PT he tightens his legs into a plank position and lets out a guttural howl. I don't know if it is more a showcases of his strength or my weakness but after the howling starts, he wedges his giant melon against the top of the car seat and his legs against the back seat and I CANNOT get him into a seated position. At this point (every day, mind you) I have two options, 1) physically force my child to do something he does not want to do...something I am against on all levels or 2) wait it out and hope my eardrums survive and we aren't too late for our day. The only solution I have come up with is something with which I'm not entirely comfortable. Do we go against the new(ish) APA standards, and turn his car seat around a full eight months before he is two?

Still screaming one year later.

I was considering taking the leap a couple of months ago. I had never been in a car accident, we didn't exactly have a child on the small side of the spectrum, and I recognized that being a parent was constantly trying to make your own decisions in the midst of multiple, contradictory "well meaning" recommendations. The day after Nevin and I decided we would make the switch that following weekend, I pulled out in front of a car and ended up in a collision with another person. Now we were back to worrying about the safety of it all. It goes without saying, I would rather listen to him screaming than the alternative.


Am I being ridiculous? Will turning him around even stop the screaming? Am I going to be driving my screaming, fifteen-year-old, six foot tall son to basketball practice or jazz band rehearsal?