This past week has been a whirlwind of craziness. We are in the process of PCS’ing from Hawaii to Texas, in the civilian world they call this moving. In the Military they require acronyms for acronyms PCS stands for Permanent Change of Station. I’m pregnant, and easily overwhelmed, so my Husband sent Chloe and I ahead of him to be with family while he clears post, cleans the house, finishes everything up and deals with the movers. I love my Husband ♥
Our 7.5 hour flight from Honolulu to DFW was pretty turbulent and I’m not that great a flyer. I didn’t know I could pray for nearly 8 hours straight, but I most certainly did. We flew at night which was great for my three year old, she slept the majority of the time. Not so great for Pregnant Mom who requested seats by the restroom, for obvious reasons, and was awoken every time someone flushed the toilet or opened/closed the restroom door I’ll take the sleepless night over a bored three year old on a 7.5 hour flight any day. All was well and our plane landed safely, thank you Lord! We’re at the gate about to de-plane when Chloe gets sick…In her seat. I’m talking like we’re close to the front of the plane about to be some of the first people off and…vomit. I’ll spare you the details, but I’m pretty certain this was a sinus issue and not a virus. Not yet.
After a chat with the flight attendant, and a little cleanup, we were off the plane and headed for the baggage claim! Woo hoo! I was excited to see my Dad there to pick us up, but also curious as to where the rest of the family who usually greets us might be? “Your Mom is at home sick, she’s been up all night. Your Sister is pretty sick as well..” says my Dad as he scoops up his cheerful post-puking granddaughter. Crap. We gather up our 4 suitcases, carseat, jogging stroller and Big Mac (iMac= BigMac MacBookPro=BabyMac) and head to the car. Hey we won’t have our household goods (HHG) until January. Packing lightly was not an option. I noticed my Dad looked a little pale and didn’t say much on the drive home… We get home and my Mom informs me my Dad is also really sick and has been up all night as well. My precious Dad drove to the airport to pick us up even though he was incredibly sick. Thank you Dad!
Our first day here was spent avoiding everyone who was sick and sleeping to catch up on the time difference and missed night of rest. The second day I started out unpacking and trying to catch up on emails but still didn’t quite feel like myself. I just couldn’t muster the energy to do much. That night it hit Chloe first.
It’s 11:30pm and I’d just finished watching the first episode of The Kennedy’s MiniSeries at the recommendation of my Sister. I was about to fall asleep when I hear Chloe get up. I follow her to the bathroom and sure enough, poor baby is sick. Five minutes later, I’m sick. It just hits us both.
12 hours later Chloe and I are still in the bathroom floor dozing off in between “episodes.” Although it was a miserable night and we both felt horrible, it was precious to have my little one laying on my lap, patting my leg and saying “It’ll be okay Mama you’re doing great!” She melts my heart
Not too long after that we decided to make a little trip to the ER since neither of us were able to keep anything down. Chloe is already tiny and I’m with child so I wanted to make sure everyone was properly hydrated. An IV and shot of Zofran later and we were good to go. The rest of the day we were incapacitated so decided to lay in bed and watch whatever was on. I was hooked into The Kennedys and Chloe into Alice in Wonderland, in between naps. I highly recommend watching The Kennedys. It’s an incredible series. So intriguing I watched the complete 8 hour series in one day. On a sidenote: I want Jackie O’s wardrobe, hairstyle, grace etc.. I’ve always loved her, but even more so after watching this. You don’t even think it’s Katie Holmes playing her because she does such an outstanding job. The same for Greg Kinnear. Incredible acting.
Chloe and I are both feeling much better and enjoying our time with family while we look for houses. We’ll be heading to San Antonio soon and are eagerly awaiting the arrival of my Husband next week. Our temporary office won’t cut it for long