Day 298:
A day of travel proved to be eventful today, Conor. Simple enough, we started the day with a big group breakfast at local Southern eatery just outside Columbia. After heading back to the house to gather our things and get on the road we still had a good hour to the airport. For each mile North we drove toward Charlotte, the sky got just a little bit darker and the air got just a little bit cooler.
To make things more interesting we were arriving at the airport several hours early in the hopes of finding a table in a restaurant to kind of set up shop and watch the Redskins ahead of our departure. Well, they lost (again), but more than that, after you had a full belly of food, up it came. All of it. Fortunately your mother was holding you when you started to let on signs of the impending vomit and we managed to get a burp cloth underneath of you to catch it all. More over, you were feverish and fussy, right up until you puked. Then, back to normal! A happy and smiling Conor, just going about your day as though it'd never happened. Still, precautions needed to be had and so, with a little child Advil and a smidgeon of a hope and a prayer, the effort became about getting you home to Virginia with no more incidents.
Fortunately the bottle seemed to agree with you and so we were pleased with being able to get you fed with SOMETHING and then get you home. As is y9our way, you slept on the plane and when you weren't sleeping, smiled at everyone. Your quite a kid, Conor.
When we finally arrived in DC it was cold, overcast, and raining. The first real cold snap of the season... Of course, none of us were prepared for that and so we bundled you in blankets like a swaddle just to get you to the car! Regardless, we made it home without incident and set to doing a couple of chores. One of those would be to feed you to which your mother would gladly oblige, only this time, with even blander foods than before, you once again threw the whole thing up...
The bottle seemed to work well enough to get you to bed, but tomorrow will be interesting as far as your breakfast is concerned. It's all a matter of wait and see, and so that's the plan... For now.
I'm worn out Boy'O, off to bed. But know that I love you, Son. And that no matter what, I'm always thinking about you and what's best for you. Always...
Love,
-Dad
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