Vacation?
Well, we went on vacation. Sort of. I'm not sure how to explain this without being a whiny bitch about it, so here are the good things first:
But vacation with baby is not very relaxing, particularly when the baby decides to pull a week of unusual fussiness out for the occasion. It's sort of like being home full-time with a fussy baby...only without the routine and stability of home. I don't know if it was because he went into a growth spurt (he is visibly larger than when we left) or because the time difference threw him off, but dear God, Mr. Fussypants. We managed one good day of baby behavior before...
Baby's first illness! Woo! Okay, for him it seems to be just a cough and a bit of sinusy stuff. For me it has become a raging 100+ degree fever (now working on the third day in a row, and I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow) and headache and massively sore throat. I suspect a secondary infection, as neither the Squid nor the people we caught the crud from had a fever with it. Lucky me. Have lost voice and cannot talk, additionally, which is sort of funny except not. Thank God for Lola, who took over the baby care (Himself tried, but has a really bad back which makes carrying and lifting and diapering a heavy baby tough to sustain) and let me sleep. And in the midst of this...
Who let the dogs out? Sorry, I am feverish and couldn't help myself. Anyhow, our dogs (one of whom is blind) escaped not once, but twice - while my parents (who were watching them) had turned over responsibility to the neighbors and gone out of town. We got phone calls and emails "I found your dog in the middle of the street" and didn't know who to call to have them picked up! I ended up calling in favors from people I scarcely know to get them rounded up and safely home. Luckily, nothing terminal happened, but we were stressed out and terrified for a good chunk of both the third and the fourth.
I am glad to be home; the Squid was deemed well enough for daycare and I have been convalescing some more in bed. I think perhaps we will defer further travel as long as possible; there's a wedding in Hawaii in October, but until then, I'm staying home.
- The Squid got to see his Lola and Apupa for the first time since he was just-born.
- The Squid got to meet a few of our friends who live in the Chicago area.
- We got to see a few of our friends who live in the Chicago area.
- We got to go on a baby-free date for our anniversary. Like, 24 hours, Shedd Aquarium and a nap and an awesome dinner at Fogo de Chao, and we saw X-3 and slept in. Brilliant!
- We got to have dinner out by ourselves one other time, and a nice tractor ride around the farm.
But vacation with baby is not very relaxing, particularly when the baby decides to pull a week of unusual fussiness out for the occasion. It's sort of like being home full-time with a fussy baby...only without the routine and stability of home. I don't know if it was because he went into a growth spurt (he is visibly larger than when we left) or because the time difference threw him off, but dear God, Mr. Fussypants. We managed one good day of baby behavior before...
Baby's first illness! Woo! Okay, for him it seems to be just a cough and a bit of sinusy stuff. For me it has become a raging 100+ degree fever (now working on the third day in a row, and I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow) and headache and massively sore throat. I suspect a secondary infection, as neither the Squid nor the people we caught the crud from had a fever with it. Lucky me. Have lost voice and cannot talk, additionally, which is sort of funny except not. Thank God for Lola, who took over the baby care (Himself tried, but has a really bad back which makes carrying and lifting and diapering a heavy baby tough to sustain) and let me sleep. And in the midst of this...
Who let the dogs out? Sorry, I am feverish and couldn't help myself. Anyhow, our dogs (one of whom is blind) escaped not once, but twice - while my parents (who were watching them) had turned over responsibility to the neighbors and gone out of town. We got phone calls and emails "I found your dog in the middle of the street" and didn't know who to call to have them picked up! I ended up calling in favors from people I scarcely know to get them rounded up and safely home. Luckily, nothing terminal happened, but we were stressed out and terrified for a good chunk of both the third and the fourth.
I am glad to be home; the Squid was deemed well enough for daycare and I have been convalescing some more in bed. I think perhaps we will defer further travel as long as possible; there's a wedding in Hawaii in October, but until then, I'm staying home.
posted by The Stute Fish at 16:20
2 Comments:
Welcome home. I am mulling the idea of leaving A with her grandparents at thanksgiving. My thanksgiving friends are considering Baja for this year's trip, and I am not sure bringing her will be worth it. (though she was remarkably good in colorado a week ago.) We'll see.
It would have been hard to do this trip without him - 24 hours for that date was still the longest Squid and I have ever been separated. And that would only have cured the fussypants issue, not the dogs or the sickness. But yeah, I think if anyone offers us a week off in future, once he's a little older, like A, we might well do it. Or maybe next time we plan a big date we'll get Grandma to babysit here in CA, or something.
Still sick, bleh.
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