Fortunately, Unfortunately.

Fortunately, my husband had an opportunity to go to a conference in Orlando.  So we decided it would be the perfect chance to spend some quality time with Bobo, and take her to The Magic Kingdom.

Unfortunately, we couldn’t get on the same flights as Jay.

Fortunately, we had a direct, 5 1/2 hour flight, with no layovers.

Unfortunately, we had a direct, 5 1/2 hour flight, with no layovers.

Fortunately, the trip logistics went relatively smoothly.  Sure, some luggage was temporarily “misplaced” by the airlines, and a few meltdowns occurred here and there… but overall, there were no major snafus.

Unfortunately, our lucky streak came to a halting screech around 10 o’clock Sunday night.  That was when Bobo woke up, sick.

Fortunately, Jay took the late shift, and spent a good part of the night holding our daughter’s hair back… while I was able to get a few hours of sleep.

Unfortunately, she was still ralphing the next morning.  We had an early morning flight back home.

Fortunately, I had plenty of plastic bags I had pilfered from the hotel room garbage can.

Unfortunately, I ended up having to use most of them.  In the hotel room.  In the ticketing line.  In the security line.  And a couple of times on the plane.

Fortunately, we found out the hard way that a quick way to get through security is to be the proud owner of a vomiting child.  It was like a parting of the seas.  People gladly moved aside to let us by.  There was no mention of body cavity searches.

And, fortunately, we ran into some good folk on the way home.  Like the woman who inched my bag through the ticketing line while I held my sick daughter.  Or the grandpa who bought us a bottle of water and some hard candy from the sundry store, and then disappeared before I could offer to pay him.

Unfortunately, we also encountered some Grade-A jerks.  Like the businessman who rolled his eyes and made snide comments about having to sit next to a barfing kid on the plane.  Just count your blessings you’re not the one having to holding the bag, buddy.

Fortunately, we made it over 2,000 miles across the country without a single drop of vomit spilled outside the plastic bags.

Unfortunately, not more than 5 minutes after we set foot inside our house, she spewed everywhere.

Fortunately, after a hot bath and some popsicles, she was feeling better.  And, fortunately, Bobo was so exhausted last night, she asked to go to bed at 6 pm.  Fortunately, there were no cookies tossed in the middle of the night, and Bobo woke up feeling like herself again this morning.

Unfortunately, she woke up, feeling like herself this morning…  at 5 am, still on east coast time.

Fortunately, we’re home.  And, as I sit here in the wee hours of the morning, my daughter watching Scooby Doo, I’m glad we’re here.

Home.  It feels like the happiest place on earth.

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18 thoughts on “Fortunately, Unfortunately.”

  1. Wow. It’s a good thing I just read your post with all of the Disney fun last night, or I would wonder if it was really all worth it?! Poor Bobo. And poor you.

    Nothing says mommy love like having to hold those bags o’ barf. Glad you’re home and I hope you don’t get it.

  2. Dude, now that I have kids I especially want to stab people that complain about them. I never thought it was cool but now? Shut up, people.

  3. I take it the Grade A Jerk Businessman was never a kid who vomited himself. All in all, it sounded like a good trip!

  4. I’m pretty sure I’d have aimed her spewage his way – on purpose. “Oopsie, did she get ya with her bile? sorry ’bout that honey.”

    jerk

    Love this format. I did a post once with “I did and I did not” – it’s fun to read this way.

  5. I’m so sorry you two had such a rough travel day. I can’t even imagine! Well, I can imagine being very nervous if I had to sit next to you two. Nothing against you two personally of course…but I’d be upchucking the second I got a whiff of or heard someone else doing it! Pretty sure the whole plane would be a sea of vomit by the end of the flight. (Stand by Me carnival scene- like.) Glad you’re home safe and everyone is well (hopefully no one else has gotten by now) and things are back to normal!

  6. So nice of that older man to get those things for you. don’t things like that just make your day?
    Sorry to hear Bobo was so sick and sorry you left literally holding the bag.
    Your pics from the trip are GREAT. You can really see the joy in the them. And the one of her sleeping – it’s like the picture of peace itself.

  7. ahh the adventures of traveling with kids. Glad you made it home with only barf in the bag….this reminds me so much of a flight with MB was just 3mths old and had an explosion in her diaper…remember those. Yeah the smell, the clean up…and it was a prop jet so a tiny bathroom. Ahh..fun times.

  8. You must have nerves of steel, woman! I’m so, so sorry for the ralphing, and it happening on vaca makes it 10 times more awful.

    It makes for a damn funny post, though.

  9. Next time you run into a douchecanoe like that punch them in the jeans…well in his case suit pants…and then blame it on being Canadian. Not that is Canadians go around punching people in the crotch. No, we Canadians would never do such a thing.

  10. Both D1 and D2 got sick this past weekend. D1 vomited in the car twice. You know what Britax tells you to do to clean the carseats?! SPOT CLEAN! Awwww, heck naw!!! I came thisclose to tossing out a close to $200 car seat and you know what? I wouldn’t have regretted it for a moment.

    As for that dude who rolled his eyes, I would’ve grabbed a fleck of vomited food and stuffed it in his carryon when he went to the bathroom.

  11. Sorry about Bobo being sick. =(

    Hotel garbage bags…nice thinking! My mom always carried Ziploc bags for me to puke in. (I got motion sickness a lot.)

    Fortunately, they were sealable. Unfortunately, they were see-through.

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