We made it to somewhere in Missouri last night, and Kyrie slept the whole way while the rest of us listened to Lemony Snicket on audiobook.
We grabbed our two bags plus Kyrie’s supplies and checked into a hotel, settling in just in time for a late dinner. I heated up stew I made before we left town, and gave them heaps of crackers as well. It was a snuggly kind of picnic in our pajamas!
We were all so very glad to get good rest. I had bizarre dreams from ages ago, of little friends I almost remember. Everyone slept so well in the fancy beds and piles of pillows and ginormous blankets! No matter where we end up tonight, we all got good rest last night, anyway.
Even Kyrie woke with a smile! She still isn’t feeling well, but I am glad she perked up a little.
Know the best thing for a traveling mom?
A huge breakfast buffet for which you don’t have to pay extra, no matter how many children you have! They ate so much, for so long, and I let them! They were so well behaved that the front desk lady brought them stickers to thank them? How cool is that? They were delighted, of course.
After a break while we did Kyrie’s tube cleaning and feeding, I took the children swimming while Kyrie slept. We don’t want to push her, and while we are anxious to arrive, the most important thing is keeping her well. I don’t think the children minded, and I am always glad to disinfect them from time to time.
We are going slowly, but caring for her best we can. Nathan gave Kyrie a blessing this morning, and about a half hour later she did get down a little yogurt and some crackers. Whew! The children are doing great, with a swim this morning and stops to run and play. They are especially spiffy in their new shirts from a Grandma!
We have finished now our drive for today, and have made it to Nauvoo, Illinois. We have a very sick little girl, who has not perked up since her first smile this morning. That was the only one we got today, and it has been fairly miserable. We are worn out, and she is moaning and crying, and the other children are restless while worried about her.
But crying is breathing, and we will take it.
And we are grateful for the g-tube, as we are able to push fluids even when she won’t take anything by mouth.
Hold on, Baby Girl. Hold on.