To bring you up to speed (since I am over a week behind in blogging), this week was the week that we have been waiting months for: Our week long trip to Seagrove Beach with my sister and her entire family from Denver. My parents were driving up to meet us from Gainesville (built-in babysitters, we couldn't wait!) We splurged on an awesome rental house we knew was going to be awesome—steps from the beach, a heated pool and wrap around porches with gulf views. After us all being so sick we couldn't have been more anxious for a relaxing week full of sun, sand and sleep.
You might ask what could go wrong with this long anticipated, carefully planned, much awaited week-long beach trip? Well, here's the list:
1) Being so dreadfully sick before the trip that it is nearly impossible to even pack without needing an inhaler or heavy medical attention,
2) A 7 hour long caravan road trip with 4 kids and 4 adults,
3) A kid puking up undigested french fries on aforementioned caravan road trip (yes that was MY kid),
4) An abrupt and complete change in the weather resulting in “uncharacteristically frigid temperatures for this time of year”,
5) a kid who was supposed to be well by now after a week of antibiotics having such a severe relapse that he needed to be taken to local hospital for a ridiculous number of useless tests (once again, MY kid)
6) Waking up half way through the trip and realizing you’ve never seen the beach yet because you’ve been stuck in the house dealing with 1-6 above…
7) Finally declaring above sick child well enough (when one’s fever has been nearly 104 for 3 days, “well” means conscious and fever below 102…to actually step foot on the beach only to find out that said child HATES the beach and is apt to scream the entire time we are actually outside…
Yeah, we're only at the halfway mark but that about sums it all up in a nutshell. I wish I could say the reason I was so behind on my blogging was because I had been frolicking on the beautiful white sand all week with my husband, child and family and creating fond, lifelong memories of Noah’s first trip to the beach. But, that is certainly not the case. I’ve spent most of the week taking Noah’s temperature 20 different ways (he screams at all of them), going back and forth to the drug store, making daily phone calls to my pediatrician in Atlanta, and praying for this God- awful fever to come down. Not to mention it has been so ridiculously cold that we have had to re-wash our one pair of long pants and one long sleeve sweatshirt several times to re-wear while all our cute sleeveless beach clothes are still packed…(we knew the weather forecast but we were trying to be optimistic!)
So we finally broke down yesterday (Wednesday) and took Noah to the local hospital. His fever just would not break and I started having horrible thoughts that this whole time he was really sick with something severe and I was just pumping him full of Motrin and begging him to get over this virus so we could enjoy the beach. Naturally we walked in to the hospital and he looked awful enough to get us seen right away but they gave him a dose of Motrin (like I hadn’t thought of that) and he perked right up and started flirting with all the nurses. Several chest xrays, IVs, blood tests, pokes, prods and endless and LOUD screaming later—we were leaving the hospital with the diagnosis of absolutely nothing being wrong with this child. “just one of those unexplained child viruses that cause a high fever”. Nothing to worry about. Yeah right, nothing to worry about my foot. How about this once in a lifetime vacation we messed up and have missed!
So, the good news today is Noah seems to be feeling a bit better but the bad news is we discovered he absolutely without a doubt HATES the beach with everything he has in him. He wouldn’t come close to even touching the sand without screaming. Oh well.
Today is my 4-year wedding anniversary with David so we are going out for a nice dinner ALONE and Noah is staying with the grandparents. And darn it, we are going to enjoy ourselves no matter what! There are 2 days left in this vacation and we have to try and cram everything into them so wish us luck!
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Oh, my! You seem to have taken a page out of my playbook. Sorry to hear things are going so rough and especially sorry to hear Noah just can't seem to shake his virus.
You guys will just have to spend a lot of time with us at our pool this summer. Nice warm water and not a grain of sand in the path to get there.
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