Mama Bear - Part One

In the last 5 and half months since Parker was born, I have not had many opportunities to be a "Mama Bear" and defend my son like a crazy woman.  Tonight I became one of those crazy woman that loses sight of reason because I was doing what was best for my precious little angel.  In Part One, I share the first time I was a Mama Bear.  In the much longer Part 2, I'll tell you what triggered the grizzly in me tonight...

I was almost at my wit's end after Parker spend 9 days in NICU.  Benton and I went up to his 1pm visitation and joked in the car on the way there that we were tempted to kidnap him and bring him home.  He was our son, after all, and we wondered how much longer they could keep making up excuses to keep him in baby jail.  Benton was so cute when we finally did leave the hospital.  After a heated twenty minute discussion in the middle of NICU about the best way to loosen the straps on the car seat (and finally reading the instruction manual), we were escorted downstairs by a nurse to our car, and we quickly left the parking lot.  I sat in the back with Parker while Benton drove cautiously, but deliberately up MacArthur Blvd.  Benton looked in the rearview mirror and told Parker that we were getting him out of Irving as quickly as we could and that he would never have to go back to that town again!