I'm Glad THAT'S Over

We just got back from "vacation." Wait. I think I started in the middle of the story. Or the end...

A couple of months ago... No wait. Let me go back farther.

A couple of years ago, when I was pregnant with Lulu and still working in Big Bank Land, Husbandguy and Pete met DH's parents and his gMa at the beach for a few days after Christmas and had a wonderful time playing in the sand and swimming in the pool and going out to eat and just doing beachy things in the middle of winter. So a couple of months ago, when my in-laws invited us to meet them at the beach again this year, we were all, "You bet! Sounds fun!" and we made plans to go up after Christmas morning at home and have Christmas dinner with them.

So the day before Christmas (some might say Christmas Eve), Lulu was all wheezing and sounding like she couldn't breathe and stuff so I took her to the doctor who gave us a nebulizer (should that be capitalized?) and some steroids and said that she could still go to the beach as long as she was feeling well, and since she seemed okay during all the Santa stuff in the morning, we packed the breathing machine and the baby and her sister in the car and headed out for our long-awaited vacation. And when we got there, we looked at our view of the beach from our balcony 21 stories up and greeted Nana and PopPop and sat down to Christmas ham (which was a little dry) and mac & cheese out of a bucket and frozen peas - not gourmet but acceptable. And about 20 minutes into dinner... Lulu threw up! And she continued to throw up constantly for the next 14 hours! And at least once a day for the next 4 days... And she had a fever and stuff so we called the nurse. From the beach. Which isn't easy. The nurse said to treat her fever (with suppositories! poor kid! she covered her little bottom when DH and I were talking about it before we even did it - the things she understands!) and not let her eat anything except Pedialite until she'd been throw up free for 8 hours (!!). It's phlegm now, we think, and she's going to the doctor tomorrow. But it kind of spoiled the vacation a little because we couldn't go to the pool or out to eat in case she threw up. And also she was miserable and didn't seem to be having fun, even when she wasn't throwing up. Except for a couple of times. She enjoyed the beach some...

Also, DH and I got a card from his parents that said, "We didn't get you a present." Okay, I'm paraphrasing, but that was the gist. DH thinks that it means that our present is on the way, but that's not what the card said...

You know, it's always nice to get home from vacation, even when you had a good time. This time, though, it was extra nice. Lulu seemed relieved and slept all night in her own bed without fussing once. Me too!