So last Saturday morning we got up and drove to Moanahans, Texas because Brian wanted the boys to see the Sand Hills. The baby got sick and we decided she must get car sick. On Sunday we drove to Big Spring and saw Brian's grandfather. He was really happy to see us and meet Landry. She threw up there, too.
On Monday, I got up and put Landry in her cute, cute, St. Patty's day dress. Luckily, we got her picture before she puked on it and I called the doctor about the baby, he said she should be fine and to stop every couple of hours to feed her and let her streak. WE got to Beavers Bend, OK (we rented the same cabin we did last summer). It was raining and we were under a tornado warning. On Tuesday it rained, and rained, and rained, (you get the idea) and Landry puked and puked and puked. By Wednesday it cleared up and Brian took the boys hiking. I stayed home with the baby because she was still puking.
We ended up having to take her to the only doctor within a 50 mile radius. He looked like he stepped out of a Led Zepplin concert. Black ripped t-shirt, ripped blue jeans with a chain wallet......yep, I'm not kidding. He said she had a bug and to give her pedialyte.
Thursday it was warm so we went hiking and Landry threw up more. Today we came home, the end.
2 comments:
That is one of the most depressing vacation trip stories I've ever read! Poor thing!!!! Hope she is better!
Sounds pretty awful!
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