We almost called off our only trip of the summer.
We spent every single day of the previous week at either a doctor’s office or urgent care. The pharmacy staff knew us by name by the time we filled all of our prescriptions for pneumonia, bronchitis and ear infections. We ran out of Tylenol multiple times while trying to keep fevers down. Who gets that sick in August in California?
The day before we were planning on leaving, those who hadn’t yet spiked fevers laid in bed shaking. It didn’t seem like the odds were really working in our favor to able to enjoy a week away from home.
We debated either canceling the trip altogether or postponing another week or two. But postponing brought up all sorts of scheduling conflicts and canceling brought everyone to tears after so much anticipation. At the last moment we could possibly make the call, we decided to go for it. Most of our family were being treated for various illnesses which meant we were on the mend. Or so we thought. Everyone except for me felt better once we arrived in the mountains. The altitude was hard on my already wheezing lungs and I couldn’t seem to shake the fevers and hacking.
Once we were there, there was nothing to do but make the most of it. I kept reminding myself that any discomfort I felt didn’t hold a candle to pregnancy. We spent a lot of time driving all over the place to meet up with friends and family. We loved reuniting with familiar faces and we also loved a couple of rare quiet nights on the deck at the cabin.
We made a habit out of bringing dessert outside and eating it around the fire.
One evening, Uncle Todd set up several science experiments for the boys to do. Cool uncle points indeed.
All it took was a bottle of bubbles and a watering can to put Crew in heaven.
Poor Finn was mauled by his loving brothers as usual. I love how his expression quickly changed.
We savored those few quiet evenings amidst a week of jam-packed activities. And after so many setbacks, we were grateful to be soaking up cabin life at all.