Adventures in Baby Travel Part 2 Stage 1

Let me start by saying, my husband is my hero.  He not only puts up with my level of crazy ( which lets face it, kind of a big part of the "for better or worse" thing), but he takes amazing care of both myself and our son.  He was prepared to take this trip with a screaming baby, motion sick wife, and would never have thought to do it differently.  He, by far, does not get enough credit for what we put him through or what he does for us. So to Dan, thank you and I love you.

Now, on to the fun stuff.

My son is a rock star.  Not only was the 8 hour total trip out to Ohio completed with only 1 poop explosion, and 30 minutes total of unhappy, but, he went through 4 days of nothing close to his normal schedule, not getting to bed until late every night, AND a wedding with almost no issue, not to mention the trip back home where he slept most of the way!

This blew my mind!

Lets start with the trip out,  we wanted to leave by 9.  We left around 11:30.  We slept later than usual and said eff it, we will leave when we leave.  Our newest doggie son got out and we spent a significant amount of time looking for him.  Where was he?  At my parents house a half mile away, sitting in the driveway with a look of " took you long enough".  I am sure there will be posts later about his shenanigans.

We finally get on the road.  I am all set with a series of toys to cycle through as we go so that G doesn't get bored.  Plan worked like a charm!  He would start getting bored with a toy, I would switch it for a new and more exciting toy ( colored linked rings, something that lights up and plays music, etc).  He loved it!  Plus he could see out the back glass and would look at everything as we went.

We get into PA and realize we grownups needed a bathroom break and to refill our brita water bottles.  So in we go.  I am carrying G and keep smelling poop, not unusual for us, so I think nothing of it.   Meander into the bathroom, start changing the child, who has not made a peep at this point, and open up the unholy poop bomb.

For those unfamiliar with infant poop, very liquidy.  Very easily gets into places. Such as the back of onesies.  Typically we cloth diaper and have no such issues with poop, but as we are traveling and I can't do laundry, we had to use disposables. Now this would have been a poop that at home required naked time in a sink.  We are talking, all up the back,  But we are in a rest stop bathroom and homey don't play that.  I used up almost every wipe we had in the diaper bag ( had back stock for when we got there, no worries) and take the only dressed in a diaper baby out to Dan who is waiting for the pass off so I could go pee.  He instead hears, we need a new onesie.

Had I been a better planner, I would have had more in the diaper bag, but no, instead they are all in the suitcase, in the trunk, under everything else we packed.  So, we take things out, open the suitcase and are putting a onesie on G, in the trunk, in the suitcase.  We got looks.  We had people next to us jokingly (I hope) tell us that we shouldn't put the baby in the trunk.  We finally got the baby dressed and the car re packed.  Yes, I did put more onesies into the diaper bag then.  Then I think, if this was so bad in the onesie that I had to clean poop out of my kids hair (yeah, it was that bad) then what does the car seat look like?  I prayed the entire way to the seat.  Dear Lord, please oh please don't let it be as bad as I am expecting.  I get there, I look slowly.  There is poop.  It could be worse.  I clean as best I can with wipes and eventually throw a burp cloth over the infected area and call it good enough.  Parent of the year right here guys.

After poop outfit change( yay windmills)

Now I can FINALLY go pee and grab a coffee.  We get back on the road.  From there it was fairly uneventful to the hotel, G got tired of being in the car, hell, I got tired of being in the car.  We get there, check in, and my hero husband goes out, gets a bottle of wine, we order pizza and relax to Big Bang and Glee while sipping our vino, very classy like, out of paper cups.

Day 1-Done.

I will continue the story in part 2 stage 2 tomorrow.  Right now, I need to spend some time with my family.




                                        Gabe chillin in the bed, sittin like a boss