Ah, that wonderful feeling when you start a five-hour car trip with the youngest throwing up in the Cheetos bag. Oh, did I say five-hour? Somehow that magically became three and a half. It’s amazing how ruthlessly parents can drive when we’re trying to get a kid somewhere nice and familiar to be miserable.
I don’t know what happens next. I might have this; I might not. It’s all up to the luck of the draw and my immune system. I am rather grateful that we have tomorrow off, though. Gives us a buffer.
I’ve been on that road trip, Moe.
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I haven’t been the kid, but I’ve been the other kid, listening to the sibling retch and smelling the smells .. and I’ve been the ruthless driver, pushing the limits and combining gas/bathroom breaks to shave time. (“Timmy, you need to pee again? No, we’re not going to McSwiney’s, we’re going to Chevron, I’ll get you another bag of cheetos or something.”)
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Hoping you don’t catch it ..
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Mew
I had a horrible train ride once from Williamsburg, VA to Baltimore with a puking toddler. We apologized to everyone within reach, and haven’t taken the train since. The Amtrak staff did what they could to help, but they couldn’t work miracles, alas. I’ve always tried to help out distressed travelers, but that gave me deeper insight, for sure.
Hope your family stays/gets well.
Having a buffer is good, but its never fun to be sick for a holiday.
Hopefully it’s the same bug that’s hitting around us.
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The GI distress portion of it seems to pass in about 6 hours. The aches and chills hang on for a couple more days, but they’re really pretty minor. There’s some pretty wicked sinus stuff, but that mostly resolves in about 24 hours.
(Our family might have had some experience with it last week.)