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Bulky winter coats are not safe when it comes to car seats


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Today the temp outside was a chilling 27F. My daughter didn’t want to wear her coat, instead she wanted to wear her jacket. Who wouldn’t want to wear it, it has mermaids on it. She calls it her Bubble Guppies jacket. I happily agreed to put her jacket on her just to refrain from her having a meltdown.  I then chased her down and put her coat on her as well. She then wanted her mittens and knitted owl hat to go along with her coat.

Though it’s cold out and I want her to dress warmly, I do have an issue in her wearing the bulky winter coat when I have to buckle her into her car seat. I loosen the straps just so I can get her arms through them, then I buckle her in. I try to re-tighten the straps so that they’re snug, but not cutting off circulation. To me, it just seems unsafe. I just need to get her a mile down the road. It’s already hectic getting her into the coat, just to get her out the door. It isn’t even near thinkable taking her coat off of her before I strap her into the car seat. I need to rethink this one over, I thought to myself.

While surfing FB I noticed a particular blog link someone had posted. Interesting I thought, as I clicked on it. It was discussing the same issues I was having earlier today. Car seat ponchos or taking the child’s coat off, buckle them into their car seat properly, then have them wear their coat backwards. Hmmm, not a bad idea, but curious how an autistic child with sensory needs would react to this. I’m going to give it a try.

Here’s the link to that blog site. She’s made some really good points, so I encourage all to give it a read. http://thecarseatlady.blogspot.com/2011/01/coats-n-car-seats-are-not-safe-combo.html?m=1

A child locked in


Yesterday I went to Target to get my mini me new shoes. I had enrolled her in daycare for the first time. Im a little nervous though. For two and a half years she and I haven’t been separated for very long.

When we got there I stopped at Starbucks, she was pointing, saying truck. I turned to see what she was talking about. A ladder truck had pulled up a few minutes after we entered Target. I had ordered us a drink and turned to see that an ambulance arrived soon after. Our drink was ready for me to pick up. I push the buggy closer to the window and see a patrol car arriving. My cousin, Brandy, working behind the counter says that a child must’ve been locked in a car again. I said, “again?” She says, “oh yes, it happens all the time here.”

I turn back around to watch all the commotion. A couple of firemen grabbing tools from their truck, walk up to a small SUV and being prying the passenger door open. A lady nearby, pacing, her hands covering her mouth, I instantly assume that she’s the mother.

After several minutes of prying and pulling, the door gives way. A fireman unlocks the doors as a paramedic opens the back door. He turns around and in his arms a little boy, that looks like he could be at least one year old. His face red, but calm as could be. His mom stands next to the paramedic, watching him do his job. He checks him out then hands him over to mom, whom seems more than delighted to hold her baby boy. He must’ve been in there a good twenty minutes, maybe not that long.

I’m sure what had happened is that she had accidently locked her keys in the car while pushing her buggy back to the cart corral. It happens. With the triple degree weather we’ve been having daily almost the entire summer, the only thing anyone is thinking is to hurry and get out of the heat.