We arrived in Charlotte mostly unscathed. I’m attending North Carolina’s La Leche League Conference, but more on that later.
It is a 2 hour and 53 minute car drive, according to MapQuest and Google maps. I foolishly ate something, a spice blend, that has citric acid (derived on corn) the night before a 3 hour car drive and Ada is pulling on her ear and covered in rashes.
This is actually a new looking rash and I need to Google hives and see if that is what she has. If she has hives, it means some of her reactions are immune system –IgE or IgG—mediated and those are the type of reactions that can lead to serious things like anaphylaxis as opposed to her normal bumps, diaper rash and tummy pain.
She is getting over some type of infection though, hence the last post about fevers, so it’s very hard to say.
Either way, a reacting child and long car trip—me and P were understandably nervous.
She slept the first hour but woke up very upset, right around the short cut we cut off ten minutes or so with—Old Wire Rd.
I stopped the car, nursed her, and peed her (she doesn’t really wear diapers at all anymore). That helped.
I told Payman we’ve got 2 hours to go and she’s going to have to be content with a stop every 30 minutes unless she really gets to screaming. Now, as a newborn I wouldn’t agree with that at all, but she is olderish now. See this post.
Would you believe we made it the rest of the way with her awake? And we ran into traffic and it was definitely more than 2 hours at that point.
Azita deserves most of the credit. She kept Ada entertained back there, by tossing a light arm floaty she had brought for the hotel’s pool back and forth. Ada has learned to aim a little as she throws and that kept them happy for a long time. Amazing.
She did start some serious screaming but it wasn’t until we were at the light in sight of the hotel.
When we got to the hotel, it was about sundown and with Payman fasting and the kids tired from the drive we all wanted to eat, and I realized a perk to traveling with food allergies that I hadn’t thought of.
All week I planned for this trip… 2 dinners, 2 breakfasts, 2 lunches. A nursing mom, a fasting dad, a kid who can only eat safe food from me.
I had looked up gluten-free dining in Charlotte on different websites, and although I found some that listed their allergy info quite well, anything gluten and dairy and soy and the obvious allergens free, had corn or beans—Ada’s worse irritants.
So I decided no. No, I won’t trust our food to a restaurant and risk having a reacting kid in a long car trip back home.
I packed safe (for our allergens), humanely raised, organic (oh man if I was ever not “crunchy” I am now!) sausages and turkey meat for our breakfasts and lunches.
Also cut up 3 melons worth of cantaloupe and took my big box of baby greens and the blender for our green smoothie. Added some tofu and berries and almond milk for P’s smoothies (oh so yummy but not for me and Ada!).
Thursday I put 3 packages of humanely certified ground chicken, garlic, carrots and parsley in the slow cooker and made like a ground meat dish that you can eat on lettuce wraps or the gluten-and-everything-else-free bread that I brought.
We brought an electric burner, our pan, some plates, and made sure that the hotel promised a fridge and a microwave.
Oh, and of course, a big bag of oranges, bananas, mangos, apples, rice cakes and sunflower seed butter. Almond butter for P and Azita.
Whew. Whoever said the secret to traveling is to travel light didn’t have a kid with 86 food allergies. Our cooler and food bags equaled space wise the one suitcase with clothes for the entire family easily.
BUT. I have to say. When we got there, it was so nice to not have to take car-ride-crankies into a sit down restaurant. We unpacked our stuff, settled into the room, ate our food. It was actually quite relaxing.
It is funny that this is the nicest hotel room with the nicest hot cooked breakfast and Charlotte clearly has the nicest restaurants of anywhere that me and P have taken a mini-vacation together in our marriage. Nicer than our honeymoon, actually.
And he’s fasting and me and Ada can’t eat out.
Maybe God is trying to hammer that whole be-detached-from-material-things idea into my head. But actually, I do like it. It’s yet another one of those freeing experiences that Ada has brought me too. And we are going to save money.
So far great trip. When Ada wakes up, I’m going to go down the La Leche League Conference, which is why we are here. I’ll have lots of fun with mommas and babies and all, and then come back to my room for homemade lunch. And with all that extra time, we are going to hit up some stores we don’t have in Fayetteville.
Azita just walked in from breakfast with her dad, triumphant.
“We’re back. They had muffins. They had a little dairy. And cheese omelets. And orange juice.”
“It’s okay about the dairy. We’re on vacation,” I said.
Even if me and Ada can’t yet, she can definitely learn that it’s okay to have a treat every now and then. On vacation.