Moms are made in times of crisis

On our way back to St. George from Provo, it was just Anna and I (again). We would be staying for another two weeks in St. George before finally heading back up to Seattle to reunite with Richard. At this point, we have already been gone for almost 4 weeks.

Anyway, it was just Anna and I in the car. Anna had been acting grumpy most of the morning, and had not shown her usual gusto for breakfast (she eats as much as I do in the morning). About halfway to our destination I heard unmistakeable gurgle/spouting fountain sounds coming from the back seat where Anna was. I looked back briefly and saw voluminous amounts of vomit pouring out of poor Anna's mouth while she sat helplessly strapped in her carseat.

I always wondered what I would do in such a situation. Now I found out! There was no town for dozens of miles, but I pulled off at the next exit, which thankfully was very close. I took Anna out of her carseat, pealed her soaked clothes off of her, and took some bottled water and a half packet of baby wipes to clean off Anna and her carseat. I put her in her pajamas, put her back in the carseat (we still had hours of driving left) with some juice and some love and reassurance, and continued driving.

Moments of crisis are where moms are made! And although the car did not smell good, both Anna and I got through the rest of that trip. Once we got home I poured her a bath. She pooped in the bath. I poured her a second bath in a different bathtub, and she pooped in that bathtub as well. The poor girl was spent from all angles-- she couldn't keep anything in her from any direction. Once safely in a diaper and fresh pajamas, she collapsed in my arms asleep.

Boy did I miss Richard!