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Moving With a Barfing Baby

Wednesday, October 26th, 2011

We Broke All The Rules. TV. Pacifier.

When we got to JFK I saw 2 signs: one for the chapel and the other for the restroom. I wasn’t sure which one I needed more. Divine intervention or soap.

We had just left Brooklyn at 7 a.m. to begin our new life in LA. We looked like the Brooklyn-to-Beverly Hillbillies. We had Wayne Sanchez as one carry on, 4 other carry-ons, 4 pieces of luggage, her stroller, and of course we three humans.

The driver, like most of them in New York, kept hitting the gas and brake. Stop and go. Stop and go. I was getting worried, but just hoped we’d make it. No such luck. 10 minutes from the airport, Fia whispered, “uh oh” and out came the barf. It went everywhere. Luckily for us, I had asked to use the driver’s car seat, because I didn’t feel like dealing with installing ours at that hour.

I won’t go into the stench. All parents know how horrendous it is. Make that double horrid when you’re 7 months pregnant and your sense of smell is heightened.

Poor Fia was crying. The driver didn’t say a word. I’m sure he was furious. I told him we’d give him extra for the cleaning. Phil and I were dealing with the aftermath, trying to clean up Fia with wipes, but really there was no point. She just had to sit in her vomit. And we all had to sit in the smelly van with her vomit. The only person who wasn’t rattled was Wayne.

I rushed Fia to the bathroom and the kind TSA women who saw us rushed over some plastic bags for her clothes. Thank god for national security.

I gave her a bath in the sink and managed to get off the smell. Slightly redeemed, we rushed to our gate, the last to board, looking like the 3-ring circus we were.

The plane was packed. All our carry-ons had to go under the seat. Wayne took up so much space we were literally scrunched with our knees to our chest. Fia fell sleep on takeoff and landing. The remaining, oh, 5 hours or so, was sheer entertainment and avoiding the ambush.  Wayne didn’t make a peep.

This may have been the worse travel day of my life. Oh, but it gets better.

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Sesame Street Sleep Addiction

Monday, July 4th, 2011

I’m not particularly proud of this revelation, but feel the need to share. It worked beautifully for us this weekend.

We were in Wisconsin for a wedding and staying at a hotel. Even though Fia is really adaptable, she doesn’t always sleep great on the road. Plus there’s a time change.

The first morning she woke up at 5 a.m. My husband was on baby duty, so he stumbled in her room, dog-tired and had either a brilliant epiphany or a catastrophic idea that will further enable her Sesame Street addiction.

Since she is already a Sesame Street fanatic, Phil put her in the crib with an hour long show on his computer and propped it on the bed like this:

sesame street jail

We named it Sesame Street Jail. She likes being behind these bars.

Phil climbed in another bed in the room with a pillow over his head, trying to block out Elmo. It wasn’t a perfect hour of sleep, but it did the trick. And now we are obsessed with the little red guy. He’s a miracle.

For the next 4 mornings, we have gotten accustomed to this new way of life. We’re going back home tomorrow. Surely we will have withdrawal. I don’t know who it will be harder on. Us or her. Maybe both. Sesame Street Anonymous anyone?

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