I distinctly recall when we walked into the ER a couple of months ago due to what we later found out a serious case of spleen infection, one of the nurses took a look at me and Owen and asked, “you here for the baby?” “No, I’m the sick one.” I replied
From early on I’ve decided to trust that the baby is the strong one in the family. After all, he’s got a brand new set of everything on him while we are slowly wearing done our bodies. When people ask me about the hike I always say the baby’s going to make it as long as we stay healthy.
Having spent more time being sick than healthy since Owen was born, I knew I was the weakest link. I just didn’t expect it would happen so soon. We left the safe harbor of our home at 4am to catch a 6am flight to Detroit and then transferred for San Diego. Owen was great through both flights, no fuss at all. I was even able to catch a little sleep. Unfortunately, things took a dive for me during the last portion of the flight to San Diego.
The cabinet was warm with no air circulation. My bad case of headache was soon combined with intense nausea. Near the end of the flight I was throwing up every drop of water in my tummy, three puke bags. I couldn’t wait to get off the plane yet I was in no shape to walk out. The attendant asked if I needed a wheelchair. I declined. Instead I stayed in the bathroom to empty out whatever is left in my stomach. We were the last ones to deplane. I was absolutely miserable, severely dehydrated and unable to keep down water. This is not how to start a hike in the desert.
It’s not uncommon for me to get sick on long flights. Things usually immediately improve when I get off the plane. However, this was not the case yesterday. I continued to throw up nonstop for much of the day. Peter started to get worried that I might be coming down with something but I know I just need a system reboot. Peter took Owen out for a walk so I could get some rest. Even though I was extremely thirsty I drank slowly trying to keep water down. When I finally stopped puking late in the afternoon I took a s-cap to replenish some salt and electrolytes. It also helped with my insane headache.
I didn’t get out of bed for the rest of the day and only got up to nurse Owen when he’s hungry. I also had to skip lunch and dinner even though I desperately needed to get some food. As the day turned into evening we realized that I wasn’t going to improve enough to head down to Campo at 3am. It was a wise decision to stay in SD for one more day to recoup and rehydrate. Thankfully our friend Scott was flexible enough to accommodate us.