Saturday, March 26, 2011

Boomerang

Aaaaand we're back.

We lasted 1.5 days away from home.

The boy would not sleep in a hotel room. I (more to the point: my milk supply) was too close and we couldn't make the room dark enough to get him to sleep. We fed him a bottle. And I nursed him. And nursed him some more. And walked circles around the mostly-dark room. And finally, after eleventy-thirtily-thousand attempts to put him to sleep in the pack-n-play, he went down. Like I hit him with an elephant tranq dart. Except...30 seconds later, the front desk CALLED OUR GODDAMMED ROOM to ask us if we got the memory foam pillows we requested. KB told them in his quietest voice, yes, and don't ever call back again or we'll get all stabby and it just took us an hour to get a screaming baby to sleep so you don't want to make us all stabby. And THEN we realized we hadn't eaten anything for hours, having arrived in Chicago just an hour or so before Jackson's bedtime (a miscalculation on our part, mostly due to failing to factor in the two 30-minute stops to nurse him on the way) and having spent that hour hopelessly taking him on a walk (he raged in the general direction of every passer-by, and they still were polite enough to smile and declare him cute -- Midwestern affect, y'all). So KB tiptoed out of the room to get some sandwiches, which upon arrival, stank to the heavens above of the rankest onion smell. Since we dared not turn a light on and wake the boy just 10 feet away, we ate in the dark. IN THE DARK. And sneaked around on tippytoes, hunched over, like the motherfucking Hamburglar. We resorted to playing Scrabble on our iPhones for a little while and went to bed at 9PM. It's a glamorous life. Especially when Jackson starting waking up and demanding nothing short of a milky happy meal every 1-2 hours ALL NIGHT LONG. His final wake-up time? 5:30AM. Duuuude. We made an on-the-spot decision to try and enjoy Friday and head home early.

We were fooled on the way there (Thursday), because Jackson slept like, uh, a baby. I had to wake him up to nurse. (And by the way, there's no better place to nurse than the front seat of your car in the parking lot of the convention center in downtown Gary, Indiana. Trust.) He didn't get an unusual amount of sleep, he just got it all at once; I don't think napping ruined his bedtime. I just think he likes his own bed, his routine at home, and perhaps also to not be in a car seat for 5 hours. As do we all.

We did get a chance to go to super-awesome Shedd Aquarium, or as I likened it on Friday -- Crazy Town, Population: All the World's Fieldtrip Students. Buses and buses full of them. Yikes. But it was fun anyway, and Jackson got to eyeball some big fishies.
And SHARKS!
And when we got home yesterday and put him to bed, he slept through the night like nothing had happened. The chap just wanted to be home. And so now we are. We had a lovely day at the local mall, people-watching and strolling. (It'll be a while before we attempt another vacation. Or else, it will be a cabin/suite with a second bedroom and no adjoining neighbors. No witnesses to the crying.)

7 comments:

ASP said...

I just died laughing at the part about the "motherfucking Hamburglar." Hilarious. I can't believe you actually pulled over and breastfed at the Convention Center in G.I. My hometown is Hobart and about 10 minutes down the Skyway from there. I'd rather ride on a flat tire with a busted up rim before I pulled over anywhere near there. You're pretty badass. That stinks about the sleep but I figure it's going to be like that until they get a little older and know it's okay to sleep other places. I'm dreading driving to Iowa for 6.5 hours for Easter and having O in an unfamiliar place. I thought R's mom got on my nerves here, I can't wait for our visit there. Gah.
At least you were able to hit the Shedd up. I love that place and can't wait to take O. It's too bad the weather wasn't nicer this weekend for you (super shitty cold) and you could've walked Mr. J in some nice weather until he fell asleep. Happy you all made it safely home and didn't have to get all stabby on anyone--including each other.

Lauren said...

Uhhh yeah, I wondered how that would go. And I am now terrified to go on vacation in July and make Noah sleep in a pack n play in the same room as us. It worked really well when he was 3.5 months old. 15.5 months? Probably not so much.

Roccie said...

I hope you at least dropped by the birth home of The King after nursing? Shame to be so close and miss it....

finch said...

Everyone says it so easy to travel with babies, and quick, do as much travelling as you can now because when they're toddlers it will be so hard. Screw them. It's so not easy.

But at least Jackson got to learn about sharks. (The look on his face is classic!)

bunny said...

Rats! I guess hotel rooms are not magically calming for babies. OH WELL. I'm glad you got to stay long enough to snap those adorable photos! He looks so transfixed by the sharks!

Kelly said...

Man, that really sucks. I'm sorry your trip was cut short and you had a hell of a night while you were there.

At least you got some damn cute pictures out of it...

Lisa said...

Love the picture of him looking at the sharks! Too cute!