Imagine this. You’re in the comfiest bed, after a long day of learning and practice, all warm and cozy, and sound asleep. Then you hear the most annoying sound. ( Insert baby cry. )
This all could have been avoided if I would’ve just taken an F for this final, but I wasn't going to back down from a challenge.
Rewind to the beginning on a random gloomy Tuesday morning in Child Development. Mrs. Lemmer was helping high schoolers learn how to become parents for the future. We were going to be in charge of a robot baby for 2 days, which I was exited for. When the time came to take them all day and throughout the night, I was actually looking forward to it. After the first initial step out of the room with my baby, “ TJ,” everyone rushed to see him.
I liked the camaraderie with him and how much help I was getting from everyone on the wrestling team as well as my close friends. What I didn't know is that taking him to a wrestling tournament would be absolutely tragic.
Everything was going so well at the start until my sister dropped him down the stairs, and I had to deal with the awful crying that lasted what felt like 20 minutes (it was more like 30 seconds). Everything felt so long when he'd cry. I felt like he never stopped.
Eventually the tournament ended, and it was time to go home. It was late, and I was exhausted. The ride home was an hour and a half long, but again it felt like it took forever. TJ wouldn't be quiet. He was always needing attention or to be fed. Somehow we made it home, and I still had a full head of hair.
Crawling into my bed, I soon passed out… until 3am hit, and this kid decided it was time for me to awake from my slumber.
I’m not a very crabby person waking up early, but throughout the next day I sure did feel it. Now going through the school day I was just simply over it. Done. Checked out.
I walked into Miss Petersen’s room, and her exact words were, “Daysha, I've never seen you in a bad mood until you walked in with your baby.”
Boy was she right. During the rest of the day, I was just waiting to return him back to his box and for me to find peace.
I will be forever grateful to have had the experience of learning what it’s like to have a kid and applaud all the parents who have done it.