Having a Pooping, Puking Time!
To start this off, we are in Dana Point, California for a long weekend to see my best friend get married. We had only traveled by plane with the boys, but plane tickets for this trip were just too much. So me, my husband, my boys, and my parents decided to drive together. I was pretty excited that it would be the boys' first road trip. I knew the complications that could arise with two active (almost) one year olds, but I wasn't going to let that get me down. I had NO freaking clue what was about to unfold.
Everything was all cleaned and scrubbed down to the best of our abilities before we hit the road again dreading what could be next. Me and my husband sat in the dizzying, stinky fog too overcome to even speak because of what our eyes had just witnessed. It was at this point that I started thinking, "God, please let there be a laundry room at the hotel we're staying at." We arrived at our last stop before the hotel to eat dinner and, unbeknowns to me, Liam had blown out again, and Jeremiah had thrown up a puddle. At this point, I started crying in frustration. And my mom asked, "You couldn't tell?" My response in frazzled rage was, "I've been riding in a truck that wreaks of poop and puke for 5 hours. It's kind of hard to tell what's old and what's fresh!" So I got a much needed break and handed the boys off. I couldn't bring myself to eat dinner because the stench had made me so ill.
We decided to spread this trip out over 2 days, drive through western Colorado, spend the night, then drive the rest of the way on the second day. The first day was only 6 hours of driving in the evening. The boys slept pretty much the whole time. The second day is when things got colorful, an 11 hour trip turned into 16 hours just to give you and idea.
We were on the very tail end of the trip. We had just driven through the last winding canyon until our destination. Jeremiah was looking out the side of the window belly laughing at the passing rocks...adorable right? The second we got out of the canyon, the laughing abruptly stopped, and Ryan and I both heard gagging. The car sickness bug had hit our vehicle in an explosive way! It wasn't just one regurgitation. Each gag brought up, what seemed like, a pint of puke all over Jeremiah, his car seat, and my hands as I frantically tried to wipe up the previous spew. I yelled at Ryan that we needed to pull over at the nearest stop.
Thankfully the nearest stop was only 5 minutes away. As I stepped out of the truck, I dreaded what mess awaited me when I opened Jeremiah's door. There was stomach fluid all over his side of the door, all over the window, the back of my seat, and the best was the puddle that Jeremiah had been sitting in in his car seat. I handed Jeremiah off to Ryan while I wiped up the battle scene in the back seat. The boys obviously needed some fresh air and time out of the car. After a sit-down meal and a restroom stop, it was back on the road. The worst of it was behind us. Um...wrong!
We had just gotten through the oppressiveness of Las Vegas when Ryan and I smelled something absolutely rank or, as Ryan so delicately put it "What is that ungodly stench?!" I defensively stated that it certainly wasn't me. I looked back and Liam was in his seat squealing, smiling ear to ear, stretching his one leg up in the air. We found our culprit. Each wave of his leg further fanned the stench. I didn't have to tell Ryan that we needed to pull off this time.
I was completely unsuspecting of the level of this blowout. I opened Liam's door and became faint from the smell at close range. I unbuckled him, picked him up, and he was covered in poop up to his armpits. If that isn't bad enough, there was a huge pile of poop that came out the side of his diaper onto his car seat. This blow out was too substantial to take him into the restroom, plus I didn't want to be inconsiderate and have someone drop dead in the bathroom from the smell (and God forbid, to have them think it was me)! I used a whole package of 100 wipes just cleaning Liam off in the front seat. My mom, in all her helpfulness, walked up to Liam's side of the car to help clean and yelled, "Oh my gosh!! Renee, Renee! There is poop ALL OVER his car seat!" "Thank you, captain obvious! It was pretty hard to miss when I picked him up out of it 5 minutes ago!"
Everything was all cleaned and scrubbed down to the best of our abilities before we hit the road again dreading what could be next. Me and my husband sat in the dizzying, stinky fog too overcome to even speak because of what our eyes had just witnessed. It was at this point that I started thinking, "God, please let there be a laundry room at the hotel we're staying at." We arrived at our last stop before the hotel to eat dinner and, unbeknowns to me, Liam had blown out again, and Jeremiah had thrown up a puddle. At this point, I started crying in frustration. And my mom asked, "You couldn't tell?" My response in frazzled rage was, "I've been riding in a truck that wreaks of poop and puke for 5 hours. It's kind of hard to tell what's old and what's fresh!" So I got a much needed break and handed the boys off. I couldn't bring myself to eat dinner because the stench had made me so ill.
Thankfully, we had no more mishaps last night upon arriving at the hotel. We wisely decided to crack the windows to our truck to air it out, we disassembled both car seats to wash, we went through the boys entire suitcase of clothes in those 5 hours, and we spent most of this morning doing laundry.
Oh, and today we found out that THE Christopher Dorner, ex-cop/marine fugitive, was last seen 2 miles from our hotel, on foot, hijacking vehicles/boats. Can we go home yet?
Copyright 2013 ->Renee Sunberg
Oh, and today we found out that THE Christopher Dorner, ex-cop/marine fugitive, was last seen 2 miles from our hotel, on foot, hijacking vehicles/boats. Can we go home yet?
Copyright 2013 ->Renee Sunberg
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