We spent last week on Tybee Island at Kevin’s ancestral home, with his parents as well as mine. It was the best of times, and the worst of times, y’all. Eliza had so much fun with her grandparents, and she loved the ocean. It made my heart full, seeing Eliza bopping around my husband’s childhood home, exploring and playing.
But, oh, we all got a stomach bug. Eliza and Kevin were felled on Monday night almost simultaneously. I got it the next night, then Kevin’s dad, then his mom. I convinced my parents to hit the road a couple days early so that if (when) they got it, they would at least be at home. It was… terrible. I don’t think I’ll ever be rid of the image of my not quite two year old, so confused, throwing up in a bucket. Poor kiddo. And, well, I got a lot sicker than anyone else did, and I would like a gold star for surviving AND nursing Hazel. That was NOT FUN. Hazel didn’t get sick though, and picked a very good night to sleep for seven hours in a row, so thank god for huge favors.
We did get two really lovely days at the beach before anyone got sick, and managed to get two more lazy days after everyone was feeling a bit better (though everyone was so tired and listless, we just kind of sat there). Eliza had fun even on the days in between, and someone was always feeling good enough to play with her.
We also had an epic trip home, with a broken plane leading to two hours stuck on a run way, a missed connection, and an overnight stay in Seattle (where “overnight” meant four hours at a hotel). The girls both did really well, under the circumstances. Eliza didn’t sleep much on the flights, and she cried a good bit, but considering how much we were asking of her, she did great. Kevin took her on an airport shopping spree with our food vouchers, and she picked out several Winnie the Pooh items. I’m pretty sure it was all worth it in the end, in her book.
It was all worth it in ours, too.