Scraps of memory: Vacation Meltdown

My amazing husband planned our first little getaway with the babe to San Diego and we were so looking forward to getting away for a few days and enjoying our time!

We checked into our hotel on Tuesday afternoon with such high hopes for the rest of the week.

The next day we went to the San Diego Zoo and had so much fun seeing all of the animals. I have always loved the zoo and although the baby got to see a lot of new things, this trip to the zoo was mostly for me. The best part of our trip to the zoo was being able to see how interested junior was in all of the animals.

Although our day at the zoo was exciting, by the end of the day, I could tell junior wasn’t his normal self. I thought maybe he was just tired from being out all day, but I was so wrong.

That night little chunk got hit by the flu (dun duuuuun). And WOW, just WOW. The screaming was of the skin-crawling variety. He was inconsolable.

His fever spiked that night and he was miserable, he wouldn’t sleep for more than two hours at a time and he screamed the whole night. I immediately felt helpless and embarrassed that my baby was screaming so loud in the hotel and I could not do a thing to make him stop. I’m pretty sure the entire floor wanted to murder us.

The next morning we did the walk of shame down the hallway on our way to urgent care (yes, I took him for peace of mind). The doctor said it was a virus and we had to wait it out…easy for her to say. So, we went back to the hotel feeling a little more at ease knowing that he was just experiencing the all too familiar influenza.

So, we went back to the hotel, ordered a pizza, opened a bottle of wine, and prepped junior for bedtime. He went down seemingly easy and we enjoyed our dinner, thinking that we were going to be spared tonight. Wasn’t last night hard enough?! We went to bed and about two hours into a deep sleep…the screaming started. I mean someone is murdering me screaming. I picked him up, I tried to feed him, I changed his diaper, I checked his temp (normal), I swaddled him. Nothing worked. NOTHING.

My husband and I looked at each other and decided, without speaking, to pack our bags and leave. I’ve never seen a room, complete with all of the accouterments for a baby, packed up so fast. I was like a madwoman running around throwing things in bags (which was hard when it came to unpacking) with a screaming infant on my hip. Needless to say, as soon as we got to the car, the screaming stopped…and we drove home in peace.

I was so happy to be home but so disappointed in the way our mini vacay played out. I felt terrible that the little man was feeling so crumby and there was nothing I could do about it. I also felt bad that the time that was supposed to be relaxing ended up being so incredibly stressful.

Although the vacation was not what we had hoped for, we did learn a few things for our next trip with the baby:

  • Make sure you stick to your routine.
  • Always bring Infant Tylenol (you never know!!!)
  • Don’t be afraid to take the baby to the doctor especially if it will put your mind at ease.
  • Babies cry, even in hotel rooms.
  • Laugh because otherwise, you might cry.
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Hello. My name is Natalie, welcome to my blog. I'm married and a mom of two small children.

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