We are supposed to be on a trip right now. We drove 12 hours to our first stop – camping with some of my darling husband’s relations. The first night was cool and somewhat windy. The heat and humidity we left were but memories as we enjoyed high 70 degree F temperatures with occasional sprinkles.
The second night was much colder. I did not pack jackets, so we made do with blankets and improvised chilly weather gear as we sat by the campfire. Our sleeping bags are all rated for “below zero” temperatures, so we were cozy in the night. Regardless, the two smallest members of the family showed signs of illness during the long and windy second night camping. The baby started wheezing and woke up screaming every 30 minutes (on average). Starting around 3:30 a.m., he wouldn’t go back to sleep no matter what I tried.
He finally started to drift off about 5 a.m. when the second youngest woke up coughing and crying. It wasn’t just any cough – it was a croup cough. The baby was back up. The toddler was up. I poke my husband to join my waking vigil and we both attempted to get the kids back down. Sometime after 5, we decided that we had better head back home that day instead of pushing on to our second destination.
We broke camp and began our “quick” trip back home. (We cut 1 1/2 hrs off our drive time going up.) While on the road, we called to cancel reservations and let another relative know we would not be visiting after all.
We arrived home tired, dirty, and disappointed.
On a positive note, the humidifier helped quite a bit to keep the croup symptoms manageable. The baby was obviously relieved to see his room as he put his head down on my shoulder and popped his thumb in his mouth. He went down without a cry, although he was up several times during the night.
Two full days of driving for one day (and two nights) of camping was not my idea of fun. Sometimes, though, it is all turns out for the best. It remains to be seen if this is one of those times.