Here, we don't "get out" every day, but even introverted hermits like to make friends every once in a while. Which is why I was so excited to see there is a chapter of Attachment Parenting International in our new hometown. I made contact. I spoke with the leader of the group. I gathered some info on potential play group and homeschooling group action. I was ready to interact with other humans.
The API group had a meeting today. Normally we don't venture too far on Saturdays, but I made an exception. The distance was almost a deal-breaker for me (as in outside of my 10-mile radius "zone") but we have a full tank of gas and Google maps and GPS. I dress the Agents in adorable matchy outfits, pack snacks, and we head out. After 40 minutes we pull into the parking lot.
At which point Julia pukes all over her dress.
|Maybe she just ate too much soap|
Now, Julia is a cougher, she coughs a lot and very hard every time she gets the wee-est sniffle. She may or may not have asthma; technically she's been "diagnosed" with it and even took meds for it in the past. Regardless, once in a great while she will cough so hard she makes herself throw up a little. I'm 99% sure that is what just happened, but how do I take her in now?
I get out of the car, clean her up best I can with the baby wipes in my purse, and sit back down in the driver's seat.
Eva: Are we going in? Why aren't we getting out of the car? Are there friends here? Is this the playground? This doesn't look like the playground. Is Julia sick? Andrew, stop pulling my hair!
Me: No, sorry, we can't. Julia probably is fine, but she may be getting sick, and we don't want to spread her germs.
Eva: We should have just stayed home.
Meanwhile I'm thinking we drove all this way, and I really, really want to go in. And I know in all likelihood what just happened is a fluke and Julia is fine. But . . .
So, we go home. And on the way decide to stop at McDonalds for lunch. Because what else would any self-respecting, AP, semi-crunchy parent who just cleaned up puke from her child do? On the way, more exciting conversation ensues.
Eva: Remember that time at Ba and Grandpap's [my parents] house when I ate soup and then it came back out of my mouth later?
Me: Yep. You were sick. We all were. Even Baby Julia. [This happened a while ago. Eva never forgets anything.]
Eva: Was I coughing?
Me: No, Eva. You had a stomach virus. It's like having germs in your tummy and they have to come out. Sometimes you throw up food you already ate to help the germs get out.
(Pause here to order chicken nuggets and fries.)
Eva: What if they don't want to come out that way? Do you just poop them out?
Me: Yes, Sweetie. Something like that.
Drive back to the house. Eat lunch. Julia is totally okay. And we escaped being social once again.