stackyallred
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I know this is going to make me sound like a horrible parent. Just know that I know that before I continue.
My worst moment was last year on our 10 month old son's first trip. He was great most of the trip and I am stickler for keeping our nap, feeding and bed time schedule. However, apparently one day he was done with the vacation. We had just finished a lunch at Liberty Tree where he was so happy and loved the food. He sang, laughed, flirted with the server... so... we decided to ride one more ride and head back to the hotel (still a good hour before nap time). I know this is going to sound ridiculous and like we set ourselves up for failure but we chose to make that one last ride The Haunted Mansion. Now I am about as protective as mothers come but I know my little guy and he loves dark rides (he also loves being in the dark and being surprised by daddy jumping up and saying "BOO!" etc- he is a funny and dare devil type of kid- that type of stuff gives him a huge belly laugh). We had done several dark rides up until this point and I WOULD NOT have even considered going on it if he hadn't loved pirates so much... so we go through the line and the whole spiel at the beginning and even get about two minutes into the ride. He is looking around in wonder and pointing at things. But then the ride stopped for a second and so did all the sound. We were just sitting there and he started to rub his eyes. So I tried to get out a bottle for him but I wasn't fast enough and he started crying. Since it was dark, I was pretty slow at getting his bottle together and by the time the ride started again and I tried to get him to take it, he was full out SCREAMING. I felt so horrible. I knew everyone could hear him and was thinking "What stupid parents brought a baby on this ride (as I am sure they thought he was scared)?!" and I felt horrible for my little guy who was freaking out. The ride continued to have technical difficulties so it lasted about twice as long as usual with him screaming at the top of his lungs. I still do not think he was actually scared of the ride itself, I think he was tired and it was a combination of things that caused him to get so upset but I could be wrong. Regardless, I felt like the worst mommy on the planet and I have never wanted a ride to be over more in my life. As we were getting off, two older ladies stared me down and I wanted to yell, "BELIEVE ME, NO ONE CAN MAKE ME FEEL WORSE THAN I DO ALREADY!" Whatever the reason was, I still wish I could go back and NOT take him on it but we live and learn. If he knew how bad I felt about that moment I am pretty sure he could use that moment as ammunition to get what he wants for years to come!
MY MIL and SIL were with us the first half of the trip and took DS home the last three days while DH and I stayed to celebrate our anniversary. DH and I had a chance to ride HM again by ourselves and I started crying because I missed my DS so much (I thought I could handle 3 days of not seeing him-silly me) and I kept reliving that very haunted moment on the HM. Needless to say, when we go back this year, DS and I will be sitting outside the HM happily waiting for the rest of our family! I was never scared of the Haunted Mansion but now I am- just for different reasons!!!
My worst moment was last year on our 10 month old son's first trip. He was great most of the trip and I am stickler for keeping our nap, feeding and bed time schedule. However, apparently one day he was done with the vacation. We had just finished a lunch at Liberty Tree where he was so happy and loved the food. He sang, laughed, flirted with the server... so... we decided to ride one more ride and head back to the hotel (still a good hour before nap time). I know this is going to sound ridiculous and like we set ourselves up for failure but we chose to make that one last ride The Haunted Mansion. Now I am about as protective as mothers come but I know my little guy and he loves dark rides (he also loves being in the dark and being surprised by daddy jumping up and saying "BOO!" etc- he is a funny and dare devil type of kid- that type of stuff gives him a huge belly laugh). We had done several dark rides up until this point and I WOULD NOT have even considered going on it if he hadn't loved pirates so much... so we go through the line and the whole spiel at the beginning and even get about two minutes into the ride. He is looking around in wonder and pointing at things. But then the ride stopped for a second and so did all the sound. We were just sitting there and he started to rub his eyes. So I tried to get out a bottle for him but I wasn't fast enough and he started crying. Since it was dark, I was pretty slow at getting his bottle together and by the time the ride started again and I tried to get him to take it, he was full out SCREAMING. I felt so horrible. I knew everyone could hear him and was thinking "What stupid parents brought a baby on this ride (as I am sure they thought he was scared)?!" and I felt horrible for my little guy who was freaking out. The ride continued to have technical difficulties so it lasted about twice as long as usual with him screaming at the top of his lungs. I still do not think he was actually scared of the ride itself, I think he was tired and it was a combination of things that caused him to get so upset but I could be wrong. Regardless, I felt like the worst mommy on the planet and I have never wanted a ride to be over more in my life. As we were getting off, two older ladies stared me down and I wanted to yell, "BELIEVE ME, NO ONE CAN MAKE ME FEEL WORSE THAN I DO ALREADY!" Whatever the reason was, I still wish I could go back and NOT take him on it but we live and learn. If he knew how bad I felt about that moment I am pretty sure he could use that moment as ammunition to get what he wants for years to come!

MY MIL and SIL were with us the first half of the trip and took DS home the last three days while DH and I stayed to celebrate our anniversary. DH and I had a chance to ride HM again by ourselves and I started crying because I missed my DS so much (I thought I could handle 3 days of not seeing him-silly me) and I kept reliving that very haunted moment on the HM. Needless to say, when we go back this year, DS and I will be sitting outside the HM happily waiting for the rest of our family! I was never scared of the Haunted Mansion but now I am- just for different reasons!!!
