When you vacation in the Midwest you're always taking a gamble
with the weather. Despite that, we take the chance on
less-than-perfect conditions every year because of the family and
history involved with visiting
a place that four generations have come to. So while the
weather hasn't been as bad as it could be, it has not been exactly
a fun-in-the-sun vacation. The weather has been unpredictable and
If it was just the weather we were battling I wouldn't be
complaining, but there's always something more, isn't there? The
littlest of our crew started the trip out with a small cough. We
weren't worried, he's teething and snotty and he had no fever so we
kept our plans. After having a great first night and a lovely
second day spent with far-flung family we rarely see, things
started going downhill. We ended up in the ER to rule out pneumonia
and RSV and help him breathe a little better.
So by Sunday afternoon I was fairly over vacation and we had
another five days ahead of us. I was in a small cabin with a baby
who could not lie down without choking on his cough, a 2-year-old
that simply could not entertain herself, and a grumpy family
because they could not swim. Hmmph.
No one would have faulted me for going home. Throwing in the
towel and taking everyone back that afternoon. As I paced the small
cabin desperately trying to get a baby who was overtired beyond
exhaustion while hopped up on steroids I thought, NO. Our reactions
are what makes the event and I refuse to not enjoy this
So I grabbed my Kindle, a pillow and blanket and headed to the
hammock over the lake. If I was going to have to lie in bed and
hold a sick baby upright so he could cough, we were going to do it
under the blue skies and majestic pines. We were going to listen to
the lake waves on the shore. We were going to enjoy the whistling
and whooping call of the loons across the lake.
I laid there and took it all in as the baby finally settled down
and his breathing relaxed. I watched the kids play on the beach and
my husband fish on the pier. I took it all in and actually
vacationed, I relaxed and did nothing. I almost never do that, do
nothing. If we had gone home I would have worn the baby in a
carrier and gone about the day-to-day business of cleaning and
scrubbing, running kids around. Getting sick on vacation gave me an
excuse to do just lie around in a hammock, read a book, and take
stock of how lucky we are.
It was not the perfect vacation we panned.
I have not gone into the water once, no kayaking and only one
boat ride. I have, however, gotten to spend every afternoon in a
hammock, cuddling my forever baby and watching as my other kids
grow up before my eyes, casting their lines into the water, running
across the beach and playing in the sand. So it was not the
vacation we had planned, but it was perfect nonetheless.
Melissa is mom to 4 kids and 2 angels. She chronicles the sticky bits of motherhood at Peanut Butter in my Hair.
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