The ticket was bought. The laundry was done. The list was written and our bags were half-way packed. Our chauffeur was scheduled to pick us up at 4:30 in the morning. But for some reason, it just wasn't meant to be...
For about a month now I've had a weekend with the girls planned! Emmitt and I were headed to Minnesota to spend a long weekend with Beth and Christine enjoying each others' company! I was SO excited and couldn't wait to get on our way. Matt had a fun weekend with his little girl planned. According to Madelyn they were going to have a picnic in the park together! She was excited to spend ALL weekend with Daddy and I suspected she would probably sleep in our bed the whole weekend and not eat a single vegetable. Well loved.
As you're probably sensing, nothing worked out as planned. Matt got home at 3AM on Wednesday morning (my birthday ;) after a LONG trip home from Kennewick in which he had to make eight pit stops to throw up on the side of the road. Yeah, eight. He slept until I finally let the kids wake him up around 10:45 that morning and tell him it was my birthday, which he didn't realize. He was that out of it! ;) We went on with our day and let him continue to sleep. (Madelyn got to make me cupcakes with her Nana and I was treated to dinner with my mom, Haley and my favorite little people! :)
Matt thought things were better that night and decided to try a piece of toast. Bad idea. The convulsions started again and I told him to call a sub for the next day so he could continue sleeping.
I was paranoid. PARANOID that I was going to catch it! I tried to stay away from him as much as possible, but our 1,100 square foot house doesn't lend well for quarantining, especially when 'Daddy' had already been gone for 5+ days.
So... last night when I was folding the last of our clothes for the suitcase I noticed Em was acting rather docile. Matt thought he was just tired and he certainly didn't have a fever. We stuck him in his jammies and then I decided to give him a little food (mashed banana & prunes) before I nursed him and put him down for the night. He gave me a funny face and pinched his lips together. Clearly not interested. Then he gagged a little and I stepped out of the way just in time for a man-amount of vomit to come projectile-ing out of his poor little body and across the kitchen floor.
I was so sad. I knew deep down there was no way I could take a barfing baby on an airplane. I just didn't want to admit that our trip was ruined.
He continued to vomit (A LOT) over the next few hours, and the inevitable was decided.
We were staying home.
Honestly, I'm just glad the time-bomb exploded before we were crammed on an airplane with 80 other people. I know that would have been miserable and I would have paid any amount of money to avoid a situation like that. =(
Unfortunately, because my ticket was a "companion ticket" it is/was non refundable. =(
Thankfully it was half the price of a normal flight and money is just money, after all...
I was, however, so sad this morning and very unmotivated to 'unpack' our bags.
I cuddled the kids, made some oatmeal, and then read lots of books to Madi while Emmitt slept some more. The sun was shining, but I honestly would have preferred the rain to go along with my sour mood.
But, just when I was in the middle of my pitty-party, my husband dropped by with a beautiful bouquet of flowers, a peppermint mocha, and a very sweet card.
All of the sudden I was glad the sun was shining and I had miraculous motivation to unpack the living room.
And so, Emmitt eventually woke up. I put the kids' laundry away and cleaned out Em's too small clothes from the closet while they played on the floor and then we snuggled Emmitt back to sleep and headed out into the sunshine.
Yes, the bright, warm, gorgeous SUNSHINE!!!
Madi had been asking to go outside since she woke up at 7:30! She loves playing outside and I'm SO thankful she appreciates the great outdoors!
She insisted on wearing a 'sun dwess' because it was 'sunshiny out', and I complied!
(An all-natural Madelyn look! Bed Head!!!)
For some reason we weren't meant to get on that plane. I wish I knew why; but then again, it's just best I leave the future to God's hands.
One of these days we'll spend the weekend together girls! Until then, I'll continue to nurse the sick and wait for the rest of us 'time-bombs' to explode (without contaminating you)! You DON'T want this nasti-ness!!!