We Made It

Wednesday morning we got up and drug everything down to the bus stop. Sweet Pea still felt fine, but was starving because her overly cautious mom wouldn't let her have anything but saltines and sprite for dinner. Daddy-O still felt puny, but not quite as bad. Peanut still wanted nothing to do with food, but was acting somewhat better. I was still not feeling 100%, had eaten nothing but saltines and sprite since Sunday, but I was determined to get home. As we passed the food court in the airport, all of my babies heads turned, as they sniffed the freshly prepared food. I stopped in long enough to get them each a sprite to wash down Phenergan and Zofran with on the way to the gate. Poor Sweet Pea kept telling me she felt fine, but I didn't want to take ANY chances. I had called the doctor the night before to see how much of Peanut's medicine she could have. With a fully drugged up group, they called us to board. Just as we were getting on the plane, I felt Peanut have a blow out. We headed straight to the bathroom were she required a full change of clothes. I made sure to pack a few changes for her, as well as one set for each of the rest of us. The flight was unsurprisingly uneventful. Most everyone slept.

When we landed we gathered our bags and headed out to find my dad. As we were loading the van, my sister noticed that Peanut was having another blow out. I changed her in the middle of the passenger pick up lane. I was SO ready to be home, I just didn't care. We finally made it home and then the real work started.

By the weekend we were all caught up on laundry, sleep, work and feeling better. Friday at Peanut's "well" check, she had lost around 2 pounds. Overall it was an incredibly fun trip and we were so blessed to even be able to go. We had a great time and so many fun memories were made.