19 Jan The Curse of the Girl’s Trip – But Why I’m Grateful
I just recently got back from visiting my dear, dear friend in Colorado. She has a 4 month old baby girl and her husband deployed about 6 weeks ago. I haven’t seen her in a year! (Which is entirely too long, by the way). It was time for a girl’s trip! We had big plans – I mean, wild and crazy – you know, going to brunch (not late breakfast, as she likes to call it because for some reason she abhors brunch), seeing the garden of the gods, checking out Fort Carson Army base, going to the library, catching up with some old friends and maybe, just maybe, throwing a glass of wine or two in there at night IF we could get our kids to go to bed first.
I know, I know, a little too wild for your taste, right?
The first couple of days went just as planned (except for the kids going to bed part). But we still had our wine and our nightly chats which I have missed!
Then, Saturday morning comes…about 2 AM and I wake up to my daughter throwing up all over herself and the bed. So I clean everything up, strip the bed, dunk her in the bath because she is, unfortunately, covered in vomit, and then proceed to wake up every couple of hours to the sound of my daughter vomiting in the trash can.
By the time 9 AM came around, she was still throwing up and I decided she needed to go to Urgent Care since she couldn’t even hold water down. So, while my friend stayed at her house, sanitizing every surface we may have touched (literally) with bleach, I took her car and went to the nearest Urgent Care where my daughter proceeded to throw up in the reception area into a cup my friend had given us. (Which I later discarded as quickly as I could.) The nurse at Urgent Care directed us to the ER since my daughter seemed to be totally dehydrated and they were not able to administer fluids to her there.
Needless to say, we spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon in the ER instead of with my friend. They gave my daughter some medicine (she didn’t need fluids luckily) and she started to feel better quickly. Thank goodness!
Now, before I get to the grateful part of all this, I would just like to add the caveat that a couple of years ago, this same friend and I took my daughter to Disney Land. Just the three of us. Girl’s trip to Disney Land! Woo-hoo! Well, we had a grand old time for the day and a half we were there until my daughter started throwing up all over herself while she was sitting in the stroller. Basically, it was the same story all over again. She couldn’t keep anything down. We ended up taking her to the ER in L.A. at midnight and let me tell you…there were some shady characters there, not to mention several people in hand cuffs being escorted around by police officers. (No joke). Six hours later, when we were released from the ER, we went back to the hotel, packed our bags and got on the next flight out of there, cutting our trip short by a day.
I mean, what are the odds? Seriously? That’s why I say our Girl’s Trips are cursed.
BUT… let me tell you why I’m grateful.
When something like this happens, when one of my kids gets sick like this, or gets up several times at night because they are teething, or gets up several times at night because they are so congested they can’t breathe, or I have to push them around in the stroller in our living room in the wee hours of the morning because they can’t sleep for whatever reason, or I have to take them for a 2 AM drive around town because I can’t get them to sleep in their crib… I think about how lucky I am.
I am so grateful for how lucky I am – that I have two (mostly) healthy kids that I love endlessly. I know it could be so much worse. I know there are children who have terminal illnesses, who spend their days in doctor’s offices or hospitals, who get poked and prodded all the time. I know there are parents who have lost their children in some way, shape or form.
So when I have a rough night, or a disappointing situation such as the one that happened in Colorado, I remind myself of how lucky I am to have my perfect (well, not perfect, but perfect to me) children. I remind myself that a mother who has lost her child would give her right arm to have a miserable night with her kid as long as she could just have that kid back.
My heart truly goes out to all of those parents and families who have struggles like this.
And, because of this, because you never know what’s going to happen the next day or the next week, because you never know who is going to come in and out of your life in the blink of an eye, I remind myself of this – of how lucky I am and how grateful I am – even when they are crying and screaming in my face at 3 AM or puking all over me in the middle of the night – to have these two beautiful children in my life.
REMEMBER: Always look on the bright side because no matter how black the moment may seem, there will be always be a light when you come out of the dark.