We’ve had a series of unfortunate vacation-y events over the last few years.
One year Mike dislocated his shoulder in the ocean, which ultimately required surgery to completely repair.
The next year our basement flooded the night before we were supposed to leave.
A few years later, Gus was a baby, and still nursing around the clock, and we were still co-sleeping, and the bed was awful, and I was miserable. The year after that, Gus got bronchitis, and we had to head home early.
So this year when we made it to and from the beach without any major disasters, I was pretty excited about it. And as Gus gets older and more independent, vacation becomes minimally more like an actual vacation year-by-year.
Turns out though, we did NOT escape vacation unscathed. A week after we got home, Gus’ runny nose turned into coughing and wheezing, and before you could say “nebulizer,” he had pneumonia!
Another week later, and he’s finally back to his old self, and we have one whole year to relax before our next vacation.