Welcome Home...

We returned home late Saturday night from our family vacation to Lake Powell. It was nice and hot, or should I say miserably hot (Friday was 114 degrees according to the lady at the marina) but that did make for some nice warm water.

Despite the sweltering heat, Olivia was rather content, except when we strapped her life jacket on. I don't blame her though, she looked extremely uncomfortable, like a stuffed sausage-- and not to mention hot. Beads of sweat would appear on her little nose almost the instant that the boat slowed. But once the boat was actually moving she usually fell asleep. The wind kept her cool, and the sound of the motor along with the bouncing of the boat must have been soothing to her. Good thing, because the ride to and from our "spot" was about the only time she would take a nap. The two of us spent most of our time on the "big boat" (because it had a/c) or in the water. She really loved the water as long as she didn't have to wear her life jacket. Luckily we took a little baby raft that she loved to stay in.

Although it is always sad to see a vacation come to an end, home is a very welcoming place when you travel with a baby (or any kids, I imagine).

I'd post pictures but I keep getting an error. So, I'll try later.

We thought about staying another day, but decided it would be best to head home Saturday. And it was a good thing because I woke up at 5:00 Sunday morning with another case of mastitis (glad I was home and not at Lake Powell). Yes, this is the FOURTH time. I was in a lot of pain and felt a fever coming on. I soon found myself cuddled under 2 blankets (including my down comforter) and laying on a hot pad on full heat. I was so cold. I think the pain may have been there earlier Saturday night, but I didn't recognize it since every muscle in my upper body is sore from climbing on the water weenie a hundred times. While I was writhing in pain I said to Tyler, "Remind me why I continue to breastfeed?" His response, "It's cheaper." Thanks for the reminder!

We called the on-call Dr. later that morning-- yes, I consider mastitis an emergency. If you've ever had it, you'd understand why I was not going to wait until Monday! They called in an Rx for me and I am feeling MUCH better, thankfully.

Olivia threw up everywhere this afternoon. And I mean everywhere. I was researching car seat info on the couch and she was sitting on my lap. She was acting tired and cuddly, which is not like her. I laid her in my arms, as if to rock her to sleep and her eyes got heavy. Suddenly, she started crying, sat up, and puked. And she just kept on puking. I was covered from head to toe, except my hair and face. My clothes were soaked, as were hers, the couch was drenched, and it was all over the floor. I didn't know one little tummy could hold that much! I ran her into the bathroom and made a nice big trail of throw up all over the carpet. ARGH. She was crying and I was dripping, so I hurried and took off my clothes so as to not make a bigger mess. While I got her in the bath tub I kept having thoughts of my sister or her husband coming through my front door and making their way into Olivia's room/bathroom, catching a glimpse of me bathing my baby in the buff. Surely that would have scared the bajeebies out of all of us! I was grateful that it didn't happen. I quickly dried her off, dressed her, dressed myself, and cleaned up the couch and carpet. Lucky for me, my couch appears to have come clean. No water spots or barf spots... not yet, at least. And the carpet came away unscathed as well.

She seems to be doing fine now. She's her upbeat, happy self. She did throw up again after we fed her solids, but she seems well. I feel so bad. I just want to take her into my bed and let her sleep with me. That always made me feel better!