Everyone remembers leaving the hospital with their sweet new baby and getting in the car and starting to drive away and then thinking, “OH CRAP I have to protect this little baby. All of these cars are driving SO fast. Why does my husband think it’s okay to drive like he’s a race car driver?! Why is that car so close to us?! Why am I so sweaty?” Or was that just me? I’m already a handful in the car, yelling “Be careful!”because the car three lanes over and six cars ahead of us was breaking because of some trash in the road. Now imagine throwing a baby into the mix. A tiny, sweet, innocent baby who is too small to defend herself against the world. I freaked out on our first drive with our girl. Once we got home, I decided I was never leaving bed again. No exceptions. Well, two days later, we went to dinner with some family and there I was again, freaking out and holding on to Ashtyn as if that would do anything, while she just snored the whole car ride, and my poor husband was getting honked at because I was making him go 25mph on the freeway and still felt like we were going 100mph.