Back from a successful week in Smuggler’s Notch, VT. By the skin of our teeth.
Last year in Killington we all got the Norovirus, there was vomit everywhere. It was the WORST. And the chances of that happening again? Well it didn’t even cross my mind.
Our drive up was smooth. BB slept, Captain and I chatted. We only made 2 wrong turns. We pull into the parking lot at central registration. My plan is to run in, get the info, then we’ll drive to our room. No need to get BB out and back into the car for this.
We picked Smuggler’s Notch because it’s supposed to be really good for kids, also it’s the only ski school I could find willing to put an unpotty-trained 2-year-old on skis.
I join a line of dads checking in. Some of them may have left another dad in the car, but based on the number of dads in line, there had to be a fair number of moms in the cars with the kids.
I contemplate this dynamic. We pulled in. I got out. I didn’t put it up for discussion.
I return to the car. I open the door. I’m not in the car yet, Captain and I are starting to talk. He peers into the rear view mirror.
“Uh, she’s throwing up!”
I yank her door open. I stare. She throws up more. I stare at her covered in vomit. The carseat full of vomit. Her security bunnies soaked in vomit. UGH. We decide to drive the 2 minutes to our room and deal with it there.
It’s 6pm. We unpack. Get clean clothes on. BB is interested in a snack. She seems to feel fine. I toss it up to being in the car too long and maybe car sickness? Although that’s never happened before and the car had been stationary for 10 minutes.
There’s laundry in the building. We’re ready to toss everything in: car-seat liner, clothes, blankets and bunnies.
“Don’t wash my bunnies!”
Captain tells her,
“We have to.”
She starts to freak out. I say,
“Wait! BB, I want you to smell your bunny.”
I hand it to her. She doesn’t smell it.
“I need you to take a really big smell.”
She does. Her whole face puckers. She pushes the bunny at me,
That’s what I thought.
We put everything in the wash. It’s high-efficiency meaning it’s going to take 2 hours. At this point that’ll be 9pm. Then everything still needs to go in the dryer. Will BB fall asleep without her bunnies? We’re about to find out. We head to dinner.
BB does not fall asleep without her bunnies. Captain spends a fair amount of time in the shower cleaning the plastic frame of the car seat. We’re all up until after 10pm.
It was silly of me to think she’d sleep any later than her normal 7am. She’s up and chugging water. I don’t think anything of it. Then she’s puking again.
We get cleaned up. She pukes again. We have a small respite, maybe one TV show worth. She’s hungry. I let her have a little applesauce. She pukes again. We manage to go an hour with nothing. We contemplate going to the restaurant for breakfast. We get our coats on. She pukes again. We take our coats off.
Is it really possible that we’re going to have another ski vacation like this? I may never ski again.
And if I thought a 1-year-old puking was tough, BB is proving that a 2-year-old is far worse. She is now capable of puking into a trash can, but has decided that she would rather not and is managing to get it on as many clothes and surfaces as possible.
I feel like I might lose my mind. I also don’t want all of us to get it like last time, so I’m washing my hands every other thing I do.
Then she naps. Then she feels fine. She wants to eat. I’m rationing out food. She’s angry with me and I feel terrible, but if I let her have her way she’d eat 2 giant pancakes and that sure doesn’t seem like a good idea. With half a pancake in her tummy and the promise of more later we head to the FunZone.
There’s a bouncy house, but I don’t give it a second thought. BB doesn’t really like those. She heads straight for the bouncy house and Captain starts helping her in. I offer,
“I don’t think this is a good idea.”
I feel 99% sure we’re about to leave this bouncy house covered in vomit.
We don’t. We do cancel BB’s first day in ski school. Not taking any chances. She starts after a day and a half of being puke free. Captain and I drop her off together. I’m used to dropping her off at the Y, but Captain has never done that. I’m reassuring him as much as I’m reassuring BB. Everyone is going to have fun and be ok.
They give us a link for an app we can download to access photos of BB throughout her day. We drop her off at 9am and are planning to pick her up at 1pm.
The app is the best and worst thing. At 9:40am I shout at Captain,
“There’s an update! She had a snack!”
“A nutrigrain bar.”
“Another update! Wet diaper.”
A photo of her doing arts and crafts.
I am spending my relatively expensive child-free morning compulsively checking this app. I feel like an idiot.
11:15am, I tell Captain,
“There haven’t been any updates, they must be skiing.”
And ski she did, if by ski you mean she wore boots and skis and tolerated someone sliding her down a microscopic incline, all for a video for Mom and Dad and so someday BB can breezily say ‘oh yeah I’ve been skiing since I was two.’ Or so she can say, ‘Oh I skied once when I was two and never again.’
We were very happy to see each other and she was exhausted. I ask her,
“What did you think? How was your day?”
“Did you have a favorite part?”
“When the lady with the flower pants gave me more ketchup at lunch.”
For the rest of vacation BB continued to feel fine; we were all fine. No one was sick. I have no idea what all that was, but the car seat is the cleanest it’s been since we took it out of the box.
Until next year.