I Need A Holiday From the Holidays

I have a few more posts coming in my relationship series, but I need to put them aside for a bit while I figure out how to proceed.  Like I said earlier, the posts aren’t writing themselves, like I’m used to, and with V being sick I simply can’t focus like I need to on such a touchy topic.  So you guys will just have to suck it up and wait.  Bloggers prerogative and all that.  Sorry.

So, Christmas.

Yeah… that was interesting.

We did end up successfully doing our 12 days of Christmas with Vista.  It worked well and allowed her time to process each toy.

We still had a few presents on Christmas morning and then her stocking.  That took 3 hours to open everything, but we let her go at her own speed.  Even that, though, was too overwhelming and she was pretty much in constant meltdown from noon on Christmas day on.  By the time she went to bed that night Bil and I were completely done in.  In a serious way.  I think next year we might just skip Christmas day, altogether.

The 26th we briefly considered hitting the Boxing Day sales, then came to our senses.

Bil’s assesment of the day ahead:

bilxmas I Need A Holiday From the Holidays

He was kidding…. I think…

After spending the morning dealing with cranky mccranky pants (aka our daughter) we figured the sooner we headed over to my parents the sooner we could make them look after her and we could sit and have a break.  Cause we’re awesome parental units like that.  So, we packed up the big pickup truck *cough* rednecks *cough* and hit the highway.

Vista had a bit of a cold and cough and we had another croup flare up in the days before Christmas.  We decided we would take her into our family doc in the new year as this is her 3rd go round with ‘croup’ in a month in a half.  Vista, however, had a different plan.

As we left our house to make the hour drive to my parents house when Vista started coughing…and coughing… and coughing… and oh fuck… she can’t catch her breath.  Do we pull over and call an ambulance or gun it to the nearest medical facility?  We veered off the highway and took the back roads the Urgent Care facility in the next town.

As we rushed from the truck into the medical center, Vista’s cough had slowed enough that she was at least not blue tinged anymore.  I had flashbacks to my own experiences with croup as a child.  These coughing attacks were eventually diagnosed as my signature asthma attack.  Yay genes.

And we walked into see a huge line of people.  Crap.  The debate.  Head back to the hospital ER in our town, stay here, or take her into the Children’s hospital in the city.  We decided to take our chances and wait it out here. I called my mom and told her we’d probably be a bit late for dinner.

However, when you walk in with a coughing child with dropping pulse-ox stats a funny thing happens.  You get bumped to the front of the line and get to see a doctor right away.  Two inhalers and instructions to follow up with our family doctor later and we were on our way again.  So much for making it through the holidays without a visit to emergency.  Vista is nothing if not consistent.

When we finally got to my parents house, my dad took Vista and my mom went and made me a stiff drink.  Because there are some days when it’s required and my mom, for all her quirks, gets that.

My youngest brother and his wife finally arrived with my nephew (how we can come from an hour away AND stop at emerg and still get to my parents house ahead of them when they live in the same neighborhood as my parents, I’ll never understand).  I had the sad realization that my nephew who’s now a year and half old isn’t a baby anymore.  *sniff*  He’s completely lost that cute, chubby, baby look and marched straight into toddlerhood.  I told my SIL that she needed to get with the program and have another baby for me to cuddle.   Because, really,  we all know it’s always all about me.

After required snuggles, we let the kids open their presents from Grandma and Grandpa (or Manna and Putta as Vista prefers to call them.  We’ve tried to correct that.  And she can say it properly.  But she’s adamant about those names.  *shrug*).  Can we say spoiled?  I think my parents went and won the lottery and forgot to tell us.  They even got Vista a gift certificate to the high end shoe store where we have to get her footwear, so her next pair of shoes are completely paid for.  Yeah, I may have teared up a bit over a gift certificate to a shoe store.  Just proves that I’m sensitive.

Heading back home in a semi-turkey induced-coma, we had to pull off on the highway again after V had another coughing / asthma attack.  Nothing wakes you up and gets your adrenaline pumping like your kid having trouble breathing.  Thank goodness for rescue inhalers.  But since then, she’s been good and we haven’t needed to use it at all. So, yay the inhalers are working.  Boo that they’re probably working because she has asthma.

All in all a good Christmas.  But really?  I am SO ready for a holiday now.

I’ll leave you with this daily dose of cuteness… Vista the ballerina (oh, and yes, she insists on wearing a toque in the house at all times.  And usually mittens too.  We got her to take off the mittens to open presents, but the toque?  Not a chance.  I promise you, we keep the heat on in the house.  Really.)

 I Need A Holiday From the Holidays
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9 Responses to I Need A Holiday From the Holidays

  • Colleen says:

    Oh honey! I’m sorry you had another trip to the ER!

    I’m so hoping we don’t have that happen on this trip for us. Every one of us has a head cold from hell and my boys are coughing up storms. I’m fearful. I’ve had the eucalyptus oil out every night dabbing it on washcloths and stuffing them under pillows. (THANK YOU!) So glad I remembered to bring it with me.

    I haven’ talked to you in days and I’m going in to withdrawal! Love & miss you!
    .-= Colleen´s last blog ..Merry Christmas =-.

    Jenn Reply:

    @Colleen,

    I am so keeping my fingers crossed for you that you guys get better and you don’t have another round of croup.
    Glad the eucalyptus oil is working for you!

    I am totally missing you and our daily talks. Can’t wait til you’re home again!!

  • Anne Y says:

    I am happy to hear that things with V have been better! And might I say that is one of the cutest ballerinas I’ve ever seen!
    Happy Holidays!
    .-= Anne Y´s last blog ..I Survived Christmas 2009 Part 1 =-.

    Jenn Reply:

    @Anne Y,

    Awwwww….Thanks Anne!!

  • so sorry you had ANOTHER ER experience to add to your collection. that sucks donkey balls. vista-rina (ballerina + vista = vista-rina) is too precious!!!

    i hear you on the vacay… we head home today and i’m THIS CLOSE to jumping off the top of my parent’s house.

  • Pres. Kathy says:

    I am sorry to hear that you went through this on Christmas, but am happy to hear that Vista is doign better. She is one adorable little girl! God bless her!

  • omg now that is cute! but as far as everything else…holy craptastic christmas drama. i’m sorry jenn!
    .-= Becky @TheRealBecks´s last blog ..Christmas Recap =-.

  • I love that little video…so cute!! I am still a bit hungover from the holidays – so I feel your pain! I need a vacation!

    ~WM
    .-= Working Mommy´s last blog ..Lesson #37 – Following Instructions Makes For The Best Outcome =-.

  • Kellee says:

    I’m glad that it seems like your plan for 12 days of Christmas went mostly well. You’ll refine it as time goes by. Now for the post holiday rest up!!
    .-= Kellee´s last blog ..All the beauty of the world, ’tis but skin deep. =-.

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