Weekend Road Trip Recap

We did it and all survived in one piece! The night before we left, Sam and Anna had a crummy sleep night (it's like they knew we were getting up early and needed quality sleep to get through the weekend's events) and so much coffee was guzzled en route to keep us alert enough to drive and manage babies. Sam and Anna weren't the ones drinking coffee, but they were pretty alert anyway. I am still amazed at how little they slept while laying in one boring place with the same stuff to look at for hours. They did both sleep through the ceremony once they could be in our arms once we got there. We left right after dinner (it was a casual wedding held at the home of the bride and groom and so dinner was more picnic style- think graduation/birthday party-like) since Sam and Anna were getting cranky, needed their medicine and it was starting to get past their bedtime. We were pretty tired too and enjoyed the excuse.

Overnight at the hotel went pretty well. Sam and Anna actually slept better than they had the night before, and stuck to their usual nighttime routine even though they were together in the co-sleeper. When my husband got up to feed Sam his one middle-of-the-night feeding (which we have no intentions of trying to get him to drop at this point, since how much the babies are eating has been a concern lately), he said Sam had unswaddled his arms and was hitting Anna in the head. Although she was making noises, she slept through it all.

The drive back had some good moments and not-so-good moments. Giving them their reflux medicine while driving pretty much stunk. Since it HAS to be given 30 minutes before they eat, we ended up stopping at a very little town in which the only fast food restaurant was a Dairy Queen. A Dairy Queen that we quickly discovered had only 10 tables in it... and the 9 occupied tables all stopped their conversations while we were there to stare at us. I'm sure we were quite the sight- toting two crying babies, trying to mix medicine, draw it up in syringes and squirt it into their mouths.

When you have two babies, it becomes pretty apparent that there's a lacking of gender equity in changing table locations too. Why don't men's restrooms have a changing table where ever a woman's restroom has them? Picture this: my husband and I each have a crying baby in our arms. I take one in, change them, then return to our table (that still has the syringes and medicine sitting out on because no one has a free arm to put it all away). We do the baby shuffle and switch babies. Then I walk back into the restroom and change the other. We could have escaped out of there much faster if my husband didn't have to sit and wait for me to change both babies. I think I'll have to start taking note of where the good changing table locations are. Note to self: Wendy's in Chippewa Falls: no changing table (since I had no choice but to change Sam's stinky diaper on the floor, I think I'll remember that one.)

The good part of the return drive: the babies were so worn out from their unusual weekend that they actually slept for almost 3 hours on the way back. We even ended up having to wake them up once we got home after we had unloaded and unpacked everything else. They haven't had a midday nap that long for over a month. I hope they remember how to nap longer than 45 minutes again tomorrow!