Posted on | April 27, 2010 | 14 Comments
For those of you interested, I went to the doctor yesterday and found that I am the proud “owner” of a massive urinary tract infection. I feel like the poo I threw around the nursery yesterday morning. But enough about that. That’s not what I want to talk about today. Today, I want to talk about traveling because, well, I’m about to do that.
Do you remember when you went on road trips in college? Maybe you’d make a mixed tape or mixed CD of “road trip songs.” Maybe you’d decide last minute where you were going or what time you’d leave. I know when I was in college, I took several random road trips just for fun. And when I had planned trips to Orlando to see a friend, I usually drove at night, leaving around 8 and driving straight through. I loved late night trips to Waffle House and buying fun toys and gadgets in disgusting truck stops.
And then there was baby.
You can all but forget about those last minute road trips. And fun? Ha. Dear God. Traveling with J is an ordeal… of epic proportions. I have literally been planning this trip, step by step, for weeks. Every day I have a new item on my “to do” list to accomplish. It’s out of control. I am in an OCD tailspin over this trip.
I have to pack diapers for daytime. Diapers for night time. Wipes. Diaper rash ointment. Toys for the car. Toys for when we reach our destination. Bottles full of milk. Empty bottles. Enough outfits to clothe an tiny army. Burp cloths. Baby food. Bibs. Spoons. Socks. Boppy pillow. Diaper bag. Baby Motrin. “Snot Sucker” and saline. Pack-n-play. Books. And the list goes on. and on. and on.
And that’s even before I start to think about things for myself. Traveling with a baby is exhausting.
And this trip? This trip is a monster. I have SEVEN hours, if I drive with minimal stops, until I reach my final destination. Seven. Hours. The longest I’ve had J in the car at this age has been for a two hour drive. That drive took me four hours. If it takes me fourteen hours to get to North Carolina, I may shoot myself. Instead of thinking about late night Waffle House stops, I’m researching locations where it might be convenient to get out of the car and walk around for a while with J. I’m looking up hotels along the route in case it starts to take forever and we have to spend the night.
Honestly? Spend the night on a seven hour drive? Who am I and what happened to my life?
It’s strange the things you aren’t prepared for with a baby. I never really thought about how J would affect things like travel. Going home to see my family has always been fairly easy. Even the last time we went, I rode in the backseat with J and he behaved like a champ. But this time? It’s just the two of us. There will be no backseat Momma to entertain. To say that I am frightened would be the understatement of the century. I am just hoping that we both arrive safely in North Carolina with minimal tears for each.
Sorry in advance for the lapse, but I will probably not be posting tomorrow since I’ll be packing like a crazy lady tonight and then on the road in the morning. Have a great couple of days and I’ll check back with you on Thursday with tales from the road…
Later today, I’ll draw the winner of the Eshakti giveaway and I PROMISE I haven’t forgotten about all the wonderful questions you guys presented in “Ask Me Anything.” I’m pumped about answering them but I thought that might be good for while I’m away. Okay. That’s it. Happy Tuesday. 🙂