We were going to be with Isaac's family. We were going to meet a brand new cousin of Judah's that was born on his one-year birthday. We were going to meet another cousin, four days younger than Judah, that he'd never met before. And we were going to be together for Christmas, the first time in two years that the family has been together.
All in all, lots of excitement. I raced home from work on the afternoon we were leaving, helped grab all our bags, and fastened Judah in his car seat. We were pretty worried about how he'd handle a two-day road trip, especially after Isaac told me he'd slept a lot that day. I was just picturing him being up and ready to play and thus frustrated the entire evening drive.
Not so much. Judah slept that whole drive too. And then when I got him out of the car at 1am to go in to our hotel room, he was burning up with fever. Crap. Judah had been through teething the whole month and a half before that, but he'd never been truly sick. That night he was up and down and miserable. I was hoping it was a cold and it would pass, and we decided to count the silver lining and be thankful for the fact that he slept most of the next day on the road too.
That first night in Chicago Judah was coughing and grumpy, but he was still up walking around. Every day after that he got sicker and sicker. Much of Christmas was spent like this:
Poor kiddo! It got pretty bad, more on that in another post on what I've learned about taking care of a sick kid! This was Judah on Christmas a year ago, so the Christmas track record isn't looking good!
But, what are you going to do? There were a few moments when the little cousins played together, and it was fun to see. They are the same height but different proportions.
And there was a hilarious moment on Christmas day when Mom and Dad directed a little Christmas play complete with costumes. It was so comical because Judah was the star above the stable..... and he was not exactly very shiny. More like.... miserable.
And then Dempsy was in hilarious donkey...uhh... camel costume, which confused him to no end.
It was good, most of all, to be with family.
And the Grandkids just loved their Grandparents. You can tell.
I think my lesson learned over the past few months is that I just have to let go of my expectations for my son interacting with family. Whatever happens happens, and I'll be thankful for what I get!