I think enough time has passed and I’m recovered enough to write about it. We went on vacation to Idaho at the end of October and it was quite a venture getting home. I don’t even want to call it an adventure because that seems to denote something fun or enjoyable, and it wasn’t.
I have never been more grateful to be traveling with a partner. I’ve done my share of solo traveling with kids and while it’s no walk in the park, I’ve kind of gotten a feel for it. However, traveling with anyone sick is a game changer. We were gone for about a week and right off the bat, Myles was sick with major stomach issues, I got it on at the end of that week, just hours before Molli woke up in the middle of that night with it. My concern, at the time, was Gavin. Please, please don’t let him get it! But if he does, let it happen soon so we’re not traveling with it!
The good news is, he didn’t get it!
The bad news is, Molli had it for days it and Gavin got something different.
The day before we were scheduled to leave, it was obvious Gavin was coming down with a cold. Sure enough, he fussed and whined all night and Tuesday morning, travel day, he was dripping green gunk from his nose AND his eyes. I’ve never seen anything like it, but apparently that can happen. I guess it all comes from the sinuses anyway. Very gross! The poor guy just looked sick. The droopy face, blotchy cheeks, swollen, droopy eyes. Plus of course all the drainage. He was a total wreck.
Tuesday morning, the day we were scheduled to leave Boise, Molli was also a disaster. She threw up again in bed again and I was up with her bright and early at 5am running her back and forth to the bathroom. Kids are not good at being sick, especially tummy sick. She had no idea what was going on, poor thing. We called the airlines, knowing that traveling this way was not good for anyone, but had to dismiss changing the dates because it would be an extra $400+ PER TICKET to change to the next day. At least $1,600 for a few hours grace… not in the budget.
So we sucked it up, bought some kids pepto and pull-ups, packed changes of clothes, plastic bags, tissues, extra wipes and ventured out.
I think I’ve blocked some of the specific details from my memory but the first flight was more or less fine. It’s never “fun” with kids, but it went fine. No major meltdowns and no major bodily fluids is considered a win. Of course there was ants in the pants on behalf of both kids, but Gavin is the more difficult one at this point. Who wants to try to explain to a 16 month old that no, he cannot run and play, in fact, he can ONLY stay here, on laps and deal suck it up with the rest of us. Obviously that logic is ineffective.
Flight number two was long and squirmy beyond belief. There were seating issues and as I was waiting for things to be sorted, this man looked at me, rolled his eyes and told some guy next to him something along the lines of, “Ugh, there are so many kids getting on this flight.” I might have given him the evil eye as I thought to myself, I hope you’re in front of us. My brother (he will remain nameless) said I should have responded to him with, “Ugh, there are so many douche-bags getting on this flight,” Hindsight…
Anyway, that flight started with a very wiggly boy who wanted to touch everything he wasn’t supposed to, topped off with the flight attendant handing him the bag with the seatbelt, oxygen mask and other goodies for her safety presentation. Look, I’m all for sharing with kids, but mine are already sick and the last thing I need is for them to intentionally be handed germy things that they aren’t supposed to be playing with anyways. Once we were in the air Molli informed us that she pooped her pants (remember the tummy bug, yeah, it was still wrecking her). Myles dragged her and a fresh pull-up to the bathroom. Which if you think about it, that airplane bathroom must have been beyond max capacity. There’s hardly room to pull pants up in there, much less a big man changing a 3 year old’s pants! That happened twice on the plane.
We finally landed and thought we were golden. After gathering all our bags (thank you AK 49 club for getting to check everything for free!) I realized I left Gavin’s coat on the plane, told the lady at the desk, waited forever then found the coat in my back pack and Molli had one more accident. Eventually Myles set off to get the car. We waited another forever, loaded up and headed home. At that point, what’s three more hours traveling with two sick kids? About ten minutes down the road we had the distinct pleasure of seeing everything Molli had consumed that day come shooting out her mouth.
I almost lost it. We had to pull over at a gas station and clean her up. Myles took care of the nasty car and I walked her, covered in puke, into the gas station bathroom with a pair of jammies. I ended up giving her a sponge bath of sorts with hand soap and paper towels. The poor girl was miserable. She didn’t feel well (obviously), was naked, smelled like puke and was being washed up in a cold gas station. UGH!
We survived the trip home and I called the doctor the next day. She’s out of town. Greaaat. By then Molli had been unwell for a few days and Gavin was getting worse by the hour. I love the kids’ doctor but was fine to call someone else. Unfortunately the one recommended was full but we got Gavin in with someone else. Good thing because he had two ear infections (one very bad), a sinus infection and pink eye in both eyes. A couple days later we took Myles and Molli in. Myles had bronchitis and pink eye. Molli had pink eye in both eyes, a cold and strep throat. It was like some kind of cruel joke throwing such a variety of sicknesses our way right before Myles leaves us for three weeks for work.
Yeah, that’s right. Three weeks without daddy. He’s gone now and we are literally counting the days until his return (17). Everyone is finally healthy and I think I need a vacation. A post-vacation vacation.