I should have given up this morning as soon as BubTar puked.
But I didn't. Obviously.
BubTar was feeling better, so we went ahead with plans. We packed and prepared and left for the airport. On the way, KayTar zoned out. Totally. She tucked her head into the crack of her car seat and stopped moving. Stopped talking. Just stopped. I looked and Josh and he looked at me, and we knew. We always know. We never quite accept it initially, though. So I said to my parents, "Maybe KayTar isn't quite right. You know. She might be having an---maybe, though. Just maybe." But we knew.
My mom suggested we go ahead and check the bags, we could always get them back if we had to. So we checked the bags. Then, of course, once the bags were taken away it was undoubtedly clear she WAS in fact having an episode, evidenced by the vomiting and writhing and disappearance of our lucid little baby girl. And then we had to track the bags down. While KayTar puked and cried. Exciting stuff.
Thankfully, the lovely clerk at Southwest rescheduled KayTar and I for tomorrow and BubTar went ahead and flew with my mother tonight. He was heartbroken when he found out we couldn't go. So tomorrow evening, once this is done and over, KayTar and I will fly out, too. For now, we're home waiting for our sweet girl to feel better and fully come back to us.
Let's recap 2008:
And it is just DAY ONE. Dude.
PS: Obviously me saying ANYTHING about not blogging for a few days is a BAD OMEN and it totally means I'll be blogging WAY MORE than usual.