Our clothes were packed two days early and Bradley was looking forward to seeing Grandma-going on a plane scared the crap out of him though.
Monday morning I was up at 4:50am to get the car packed and kids ready to drive the hour long trip to the nearest airport. Driving along the open road all I could think was 'when was the last time I was awake early enough to see the sun rise?'
It was early and I was tired.
We were making a very quick trip to Perth so that Bradley could have his checkup with his cardiologist.
We arrived at the airport with time to check-in, feed and dress Isla and then board the plane. Kaitlyn had done the plane trip before but this was Bradley's first time.
During takeoff the two giggled like little crazy kids.
"Mum! They even give you food!" I've never seen someone so excited to see aeroplane food. But Bradley scoffed down the two fruits in juice, muesli, muffin and drank the milk.
The flight down was so easy, everyone was on their best behaviour and was excited. Isla slept and Kaitlyn stared out the window.
"Mum we're speeding, we're speeding!!" Bradley shouted as the plane touched down. I had to giggle at that, my little law abiding kids do not like speeding :-)
Mum was waiting for us just inside the door and the kids were about to burst. Bradley caught a glimpse and shot off racing through the airport and flew straight into Grandma's arms. It was one of those moments that brings a tear to your eyes-or in the case of mum it brought a rushing river of tears to her eyes. Kaitlyn strolled along nicely and waited her turn for a cuddle.
We paid our parking ticket and then tried to bail everyone into mums car. 3car seats across the back seat of a hatchback. Squishy doesn't even begin to describe it. It took us so long to get the kids all clipped in and sorted out I started getting worried
"mum our paid ticket will expire we need to get out of the gate!!" Mum just laughed at me.
We made it out the gate in enough time and on our away we went.
Bradley's cardiology appointment was that afternoon and with a quick stop at Macca's (our first takeaway in over 2 months!) off we went to PMH.
It was a long appointment with a height and weight check, an ultrasound of his heart and then a chat with the junior Dr before a chat with the actual cardiologist. My little man is doing so well. The cardiologist has said we don't even need to mention his heart surgery on any school medical forms etc. Everyone needs to forget he's even had the surgery and he should be treated completely normal. Yippee!!!!!! This time we don't have to go back for 3 years :-) while in the waiting room though another little girl decided she liked Isla. Perhaps a bit too much as she kept kissing her and touching her and trying to blow raspberries on her-all while Isla was feeding. My attempts to ask her to move away were completely ignored and the girls mum was just sitting and watching. When Bradley and I went in the girl continued to hassle Isla and mum was getting ready to leave the room to escape the random girl and her lips when Bradley and I came out all done. Yuck! Why do people think that letting their children kiss random babies is fine! Yuck!! Get your germ infested kid away from me!!
On the way home we stopped at a playground for a quick run around.
But by the time we got home Bradley was complaining of a sore tummy. We had noticed that each place we went that day he had been in the toilet. We got home, I sat down to feed Isla and Bradley came right up to me, he had gone pale.
"mum, I don't feel well" he said before projectile vomiting everywhere. He missed Isla by half a centimetre. I grabbed Isla jumped up and ran out of the way. My brother grabbed Bradley and tried to race him down to the bathroom before the second wave came, the second wave came too soon and the entire hallway was covered. I can honestly say I have NEVER seen that much vomit come from such a tiny little person.
It took forever to clean up and as I was feeding Isla that job was for mum and Uncle Sam. I kinda felt bad, but not too bad because I hate vomit.
I knew gastro had been going around town but I thought we had escaped it. Clearly not.
Dinner time came and Bradley ate a small plate of spaghetti and was looking a bit better.
Until midnight when I woke up hearing him sniffing and whinging in his bed.
"Mum! Bradley's spewed everywhere, can you help me" grandma to the rescue again. While I picked spewed up spaghetti out of his hair and changed his clothes mum cleaned up the spaghetti on the pillow and bed. Bradley had thrown it all up and was still fast asleep!! Yuck, yuck, yuck!!
The next morning was pretty quiet. Bradley was laid out on the couch and Kaitlyn was dying to go to the shops. Bradley's first spew filled her shoes with so much vomit they were thrown straight into the bin. We packed up and went for a quick visit to Kmart for shoes. A quick lunch in the food hall (I felt sooo bad eating while Bradley sat there with a Hydralite icy pole and fruit). After a couple mouthfuls of fruit Bradley turned pale and it looked bad. Mum rushed him to the toilet but thankfully all was well-false alarm.
We made it to the airport where the lady that checked us in was in absolute shock that I had taken two kids and a baby to Perth for an overnight trip with only one tiny suitcase between the 4 of us! I giggled as I remembered how I sat on the suitcase to close it because it was so full-if only she knew how much I had squeezed into that tiny case.
Onto the plane we went. We managed to make the hour and a half flight with no spew or toilet trips. The hour long drive home was slightly worse with Bradley complaining of a sore tummy, until he fell asleep.
Finally at 4:30pm we made it home.
The craziest 36 hours of my life. I was so tired I fell asleep on the couch before 7:30pm.
Bradley's home from school today still unwell.
I've got my fingers and toes crossed he doesn't pass it on to Kaitlyn, or worse, to Isla.
Exhausted and finally heading home
Goodbye Grandma!!!
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