I think I can wrap this up in one final post. Let's see, shall we?
So, the morning after the wedding I met up with an old friend Kate while the troop went out for breakfast. Soon after we hit the road, headed to Eric's hometown of Alamogordo. We drove through Roswell and somewhere around Ruidoso our a/c went out. Now, this is not the first time we've had an a/c break down in NM, never fails on a 100 degree day. So, we cruised into Alamogordo a little smellier than when we'd hit the road. Thankfully it was an easy fix and our a/c was up and running later that day.
While in Alamogordo we did a lot of visiting. We hung out with Eric's family, our friends the Burts (I didn't get a single photo!), and the Copelands of course.
Eric's sister Tina with Elise
Out to dinner with Eric's side of the family
Cordelia enjoyed the hats at the antique store we visited.
We spent time with Eric's 97 year old grandfather who gifted him with his beloved banjo.
The Copelands treated us to a lovely afternoon/evening on our anniversary. We ate dinner and lounged around the pool before sharing some anniversary champagne. No better way to celebrate our anniversary than with two people who have been there through it all!
Then it was time to head north. The morning we planned to leave is when things took a turn... Elise slipped and fell and hit her head. When I picked her up to comfort her she puked. She seemed to rally, then she puked in the car. So I took her to the ER in Alamogordo. If you suspect a head injury is the source of puking you go to the ER, especially if you have to drive through the middle of nowhere, we wanted to make sure Elise was fine and that it was safe to travel. The doctor looked her over and said she was just fine to travel. So we grabbed some breakfast and hit the road. Then she puked again...in the car seat, a lot. We pulled off the road at a little tourist stop and cleaned up to the best of our ability. I called the ER doc again and he said it was probably over with that and we should continue on to Albuquerque. Eric had work in Albuquerque so we were motivated to get there.
We arrived at our hotel and all was well for the afternoon. We grabbed some dinner. Elise ate very little, but what she did eat multiplied in her stomach and then spewed all over our hotel room. So, at this point Eric and I were pretty concerned. We called our doctor's answering service and were advised to get to the ER and prepare for a CT scan. So, at 10:30 that night I took Elise to the ER while Eric waited in the hotel with a sleeping Cordelia.
Elise and I were in the ER in Albuquerque until 2:30 that morning. The doctor and I decided to skip the CT scan as I just had a weird feeling that there was something of a viral nature, not simply a concussion---a weird coincidence.
The next morning Elise was pretty much back to normal. So we continued on up to Santa Fe where we planned to do a little sight seeing and meet up with my brother Ben.
We had a nice afternoon. We checked out the San Loretto chapel and wandered around the plaza. All seemed well until dinner time when Cordelia got pretty whiny. We called it a night and assumed a good rest would help the girls get back on track.
The next morning Elise was great. Cordelia was not. She was whiny and complaining that her stomach hurt. Assuming that it would pass, this happens to kids from time to time, we hit the road. Cordelia seemed fine. Then, right smack dab in the middle of nowhere, vomit all over the car.
We pulled off the road, Ben entertained Elise. Eric cleaned the car seat. I cleaned Cordelia.
Yep, that's right, three car pukes by this point.
We got back on the road and Cordelia was a miserable little girl, but she was a trooper. We stopped to grab a bite to eat (not her,just everyone else) and she got sick AGAIN, so I sat outside in the grass with Cordelia snuggled in my lap. The sweet girl told me she was sorry, poor kid. We made it to the hotel and she was happy to crash in the bed and by morning was back on track.
Unfortunately Eric became ill in the night, though he had the courtesy to avoid puking in the car! We realized that it was down to my brother Ben and I. So we hit the road, afraid that soon we too would be incapacitated. Mercifully we made it home and neither Ben nor I ever became ill. When we were safely home I sanitized everything and Eric recovered on the couch. So, that was one for the record books!