The carpet was still stained a bright orange, and Babykins was wearing nothing but a diaper and Crocs, but we eventually made it out of the house and started the 20 minute drive to the airport.
Our trip to Pennsylvania may not have started as planned, but at least now I was prepared. Auntie MO and I both had plastic bags stuffed in our pockets, I had wipes in the diaper bag, and really, after not eating for 3 days, then throwing up twice, how much more could Babykins have left in her stomach?
Apparently, a lot.
By the time we got to the airport, Babykins had thrown up 3 more times, covering herself, her car seat, and most of the back seat in half digested fruit snacks and depleting half of our plastic bag supply.
I popped her out of her car seat and started wiping her down, only to discover a bright red fruit snack lodged firmly in her belly button. We had officially hit the point of not being able to decide whether to laugh or cry.
Auntie MO and I squared our shoulders, grabbed the bags and a still naked Babykins, and headed for the airport.
Half an hour later, we were through security and waiting at the gate, feeling relief. This was the longest Babykins had gone without throwing up. The worst seemed to be behind us.
And then Babykins let go, covering herself, my clothes, and our boarding passes in a huge amount of slime.
Throw up count: 6
To Be Continued...
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