Vacation with a Monkey: Pt. 1

I'd like to document the time I went on vacation with a monkey.

I was contemplating the correct animal to associate this with.

I felt as though a monkey might be a little too wild for my experience.

via But when I saw this picture, it confirmed that-much to my surprise- I did indeed go on vacation with a baby monkey.

I had been looking forward to this vacation for months, maybe even close to a year.

Uncle Ry Ry was graduating from Western Carolina, we were taking a roadtrip with my family and meeting our extended family to enjoy a few days in a cabin in the beautiful Appalachian Mountains. 

I was extra excited because was a rare event that we would get to be on vacation with 3 sets of Adalyn's great-grandparents.

 Some that don't get to see her very much. 

I couldn't wait for the pictures and the memories that would be shared.

I was nervous about the 17 hour car ride, but I brought and bought everything I could think of to keep her busy. 

She ended up watching more Mickey, Dora and George than I'd like to admit.

So I won't. 

But it kept her quiet and content, so I'm not too ashamed. 

Turns out the road trip ended up being the easiest part of the whole trip.

And it wasn't because of the juice boxes, peanut butter and crackers, yogurt, yogurt melts, puffs, goldfish, nutrigrain bars, chex mix, cheez-its, sammies, banana chips, dried strawberries, dried mangos, raisins or applesauce.

{Okay, maybe I went a little overboard in the snack department}

She slept.

She ate.

She colored.

She read books.

She played games.

She watched her shows.

She talked.

She laughed.

She was sweet.

She was funny.

She made it through part one.

She went out for dinner.

She played in the pool.

She had adorable post-pool hair.

She went to sleep.

She woke up.

She threw up.

She was burning up.

She threw up.

She cried. 

She threw up.

On me. 

Down my shirt. 

In my bra.

She slept.

She coughed.

She threw up.

She had her first stomach bug.

The night of Day 1 of the highly anticipated family vacation.

We were up all.night.long.

I just prayed and prayed that she would be better by the morning for the second leg of the car ride.
Thankfully, she was no longer getting sick by the time we hit the road.

Unfortunately, I had only packed us a mini bag for the night at the hotel and had no extra bra.

Can you say loosey goosey and paranoid all day??

Extra unfortunately {possibly made that phrase up}, she continued to burn up. 

And extra extra unfortunately, during this period of time she transformed into a baby monkey. 

Or now that I think of it, she could also be defined as a leech. 

Those scenic pictures that we had planned to stop at on the way?

Not gonna happen. 

And that's pretty much how this "vacation" went.
Everyone else...

and the two of us. 

It was the start to a very long week. 

We arrived to cabin #1 and the great-grandparents were so excited to see Little Miss A.

Little Miss A was not very excited to see the GGs. 

By this point she was still burning up with temps ranging from 101-102. 

We were in the middle of no where. 

Literally in a mountain. 

She came out of her shell a tiny tiny, but when she was with just me.

But with other people there wasn't even a glimpse. 

So maybe she's a turtle or a hermit crab....

Where did my sweet little girl go?
We seemed to have left her happy healthy self back home. 

She slept for about an hour and I was able to have a little fun with my siblings. 

I continued to give her some medicine.

She continued to burn up.

She was miserable all night. 

The thermometer I had brought read: ERR.

Talk about panic...

thankfully, it said ERR for me too. 

I tried to give baths, but she screamed. 

She just wanted me.

I just wanted her to be better.

She got sick again after choking on some water. 

While I was wearing my sister's bra.

{And yes, my sister is 10 years younger than me...we won't even go there}

And you'd think I would've learned my lesson by now. 

After another rough night, my mom suggested I stay home and skip out on lunch and the graduation.

Umm....let's see....

Cabin in the woods,

45 minutes from the college,

30 minutes to true civilization aka a Walmart,

6+ hours alone,

CABIN IN THE WOODS.

I'm going.

"She's fine when I'm holding her, we are going."

Well, she's fine when I'm holding her.... except when we are at a restaurant.

I'll take my delicious meal to go and meet you guys outside.
Bye.

The only time this sickness came in handy was at the actual graduation ceremony.

She slept on me almost the entire time.

If she wasn't sleeping then she was dazing. 

She hasn't done this since she was a newborn.

It would have been more of a nightmare if she was actually herself in this situation. 

It would have been even more of a nightmare if she had a seizure because her fever was too high. 

I'm an optimist, can you tell?

Her sunglasses were key in hiding the pitifulness. 

Mine were too.

She slept for a few hours that night when I put her down so I was able to celebrate a little which I was so thankful for!

I was also thankful that girlfriend was all about chugging the water.

I would have been freaking out even more if she was really lethargic.

She didn't have an appetite, but she wasn't getting sick or having diarrhea.

Of course, paranoid Daddy-who had to stay back and work- thought I should've brought her to the hospital after night one.

I'm more laid back about these kind of things and wanted to give it a little bit of time.

But by Day 3 of a high fever with no sign of getting better,

it was time to take this monkey to Urgent Care to see if we could turn her back into a happy independent girl.

Tomorrow I'll finish up part two of vacationing with a monkey kangaroo.