Joe was screaming. His cries pierced my heart and filled my head with panic. It was our first long car trip. My son was about 8 weeks old and we were on our way to Walnut Creek where Grandma Jo and Grandpa Al lived. We had started out feeling fresh and excited to be going to visit family and show off our beautiful new baby. What could be more cozy and family-like than this? Family was still so new to us we reveled in all its many nuances and traditions. Now after several stops to nurse and change diapers we realized that a simple car ride of 5 hours could stretch incredibly long if you have to stop every 2 hours for 30 to 40 minutes. Would we ever get there? Then disaster struck. Click here to find out what you as a parent should NEVER do!