The Storm Before The Calm

We spent last week in Palm Desert with Todd's step-mom, Billie Jean, and my parents.  It was a wonderful week of true relaxation in the sun...but the week prior was a DISASTER.  Why is it that the week leading up to vacation is oftentimes a whirling vortex of utter chaos?  In "the storm before the calm" of much needed R&R in Palm Desert, this is a sampling of what we were faced with:

• Todd traveling four out of five days
• Both boys had diarrhea
• Nolan was a vomit fountain
• I was nauseous from cleaning up all the ick
• Three appliances on the fritz--garbage disposal, then hot water heater, then washing machine
• Soren spiked a fever of 103.3 for two days right before we left

As we headed out of town (possibly against my better judgment...but I digress) Soren broke out in a horrible rash.  We dumped our bags off at the resort, left Nolan with the grandparents, and within two hours of arrival in Palm Desert we were in the ER at Eisenhower Hospital attempting to figure out what plagued our sweet baby.  Poor Soren had a whopper of a case of roseola and felt horrible.  Unfortunately, there's no treatment for roseola other than keeping the child comfortable, so we kept the tylenol coming.  By Tuesday afternoon Soren was his happy little self and I came down from the perilous cliff of a near nervous breakdown. The rest of the week was spent soaking up the sun, creating family memories, enjoying each other's company, and indulging in lots of delicious food.

Happy baby!

 

First time on a waterslide = apprehensive at best!