We recently returned from a long weekend at the beach. This was our first real trip with the baby. To be honest, I was scared to death about it. I had nightmare scenarios in my head of her screaming her head off for the entire 4 hour trip. Instead, she slept – both ways- for about 3 hours. You just really can’t ask for more than that. Sure, I had to ride in the back with her for most of it, but that’s a small price to pay. It was such a success that we may actually go back again in the near future.
While there, it was fairly mellow. Stella got to hang out with Crispy a whole lot. Speaking of, I have officially attained the status of “chopped liver.” When we pulled up to the condo, my mother did not even say hello to me; she snatched the baby out of my arms and ran upstairs with her. She later claimed that this was to prevent Stella from catching a chill. Yeah, right. In any case, Will and I got a couple of “dates” in and it was most definitely good to get out of town.
I did notice something somewhat disturbing. I had always heard of little old ladies pinching little children’s cheeks and wanting to “eat them up.” I guess due to the cold weather, many oldsters are hanging out along the Gulf Coast for the winter. Poor little Stella was approached by I don’t know how many old ladies. The baby was like crack to them. They were probably harmless, but as a new mom, all I could see were these scraggly old fingernails, yellow teeth, and large scratchy rings approaching my child. It was like something out of a fairy tale or horror movie. I’ve never seen old people as menacing before.
One downer: about 5 hours after we got home, something awful, something horrible, something unspeakable happened in my gastric system. I went from ok to somewhat green to a double feature (you know what I mean) within about an hour and a half. From 7 PM to about 11 PM, I was miserable. Horrible things were spewing forth from my body. I ached. I had chills. I actually felt much worse than I did after my c-section (then again, I had drugs then). At one point, the baby woke me up to nurse and after about 1 minute at the breast, I had to shove her down to go puke. I don’t know if it was food poisoning or some kind of virus. I stayed home on Monday as I had absolutely no strength, energy, or appetite. Luckily, Will and the baby seem fine. I am also ok now. I just hope that this episode fulfills my illness quota for quite some time.