The good- We are home. We got home Saturday evening. The flight went as well as we could possibly hope for. Mimi slept 8 of the 11 hour flight. The extra seat we purchased for her, although not required since she is under 2-years-old, was worth every penny.
The bad- We have been sick ever since.
And the ugly- Like throw up and more sick. A lot. 3+ days so far of no sleep and being ill for several of us. God bless the two people in our house who aren't dealing with either jetlag and/or are sick, Papa and Sunny. Poor Papa has been nurse maid and cleaned all the linens in the house more than once. Baby cakes seems not to be sick so far except her clock is still set on China time, and she's up every night from 12:30-4:30. Which would be fine by me, expect she's tired and doesn't want to play. She wants to fight me with every part of her being for 4 hours. Hitting, scratching, crying... Yet she wants no part of anyone else in the house, so she literally stays on my very nauseous stomach most of the time. I pass her off to Papa every once in a while, screaming in protest, to throw up. Being sick while constantly being jostled by a toddler who simultaneously hates yet won't let go of me is difficult at best.
Remind me this is no time to judge my past decisions.
I'm ready for this part to be over.
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