Travel Diary: Trip Gone Wrong

My family and I left early Thursday morning to fly out to Washington. I was very excited to finally get to see our new house in person (I had only seen pictures online), and also to get a feel for the city we will be living in for the next 4 years while my hubby attends Vet School. 
I absolutely hate flying (I have a death grip on someone’s had during take off, landing, and any turbulence). Thankfully it was a quick and turbulence free flight, and my little guy was all smiles! 
Once we arrived, we had a wonderful lunch and then spent the rest of afternoon resting at the hotel. We even went out for dinner and a walk around campus that evening. 
That was about when the magic ended. The next morning (Friday) Randsom woke up in a terrible mood. He was acting out and throwing a lot of tantrums. I just brushed it off to being tired from traveling, and we tried to go about the morning. I should have known something wasn’t right because he is normally a pretty happy go lucky kid. We attempted going out to breakfast, but he kept acting out and eventually we just headed back to the hotel. We had plans to meet the realtor at 3 to see our house, and didn’t want to push our luck.
The whole time we were at the hotel, Randsom was clingy and cranky. And wouldn’t you know, as soon as we buckled him in his car seat to go meet with the realtor… he threw up. Everywhere. 
I quickly threw away his clothes, gave him a bath, and he fell asleep. Thankfully my amazing mother in law was with us and was able to hold him while he napped. We left to quickly meet the realtor, but hurried back as soon as we could. I spent the rest of the night cuddling my baby and holding a throw up bucket.
Thankfully we were able to leave early the next morning. Let me tell you, flying with a sick kid is no good. And we had horrible turbulence on the way back. I was crying, holding a sick baby, and praying it would all end soon.
So glad to be back on solid ground today, and Randsom seems to be on the mend.
I’m ready for a nap, and maybe wine. 
– Mommy Little