This is a re-post of my first blog entry. I had no idea that I’ve created 750 posts and have been at this over 3 years already. It seems like yesterday someone explained to me what a "blog" was anyway.
kids. wow. one can’t really explain the joys and the miracle bestowed upon steph and I with our two little ones. it’s truly overwhelming. (prelude)
begin flight from orange county airport (SNA) to Chicago (ORD) en route to Des Moines (DSM). 15 minutes into the flight, gavin pulls out the binky from his mouth, let’s out a short cry, and proceeds to vomit profusely all over himself, the seat, the dvd player, etc. shocked, i scramble to "catch it" w/my hands and i begin to wipe. steph yells "blanket" or something and about 5 minutes later, it’s done.
oh god help me. my son has made a puke fest out of row 33. @#$@$%#^^%$^t. what to do. next thing i know, baby 2 is in someone else’s hands, and steph’s in the bathroom taking off boys clothes, and washing them. he’s traumitized and the only worse trauma is mine.
they come back, he’s in a diaper only. and for the next 8 hours, he remains that way, in airports, cars, etc. poor guy. had a fever for 2 days after so not sure if it was motion sickness or a flu bug.
i will never be the same…but this episode simply reinforces that i would literally die to take away the pain of my kids. i felt so bad for him, and would have done ANYTHING to bring back my spirited little trouble maker who worships the ground i walk on and waits anxiously every day for me to return from work to play on the pillows or outside. someday, i’ll be telling him about how i held him in one arm, cleaned his poop, and how he was so cute when he said his own name for the first time.
what a gift.