Most trips have to be taken with a grain of salt and this is especially true when travelling with a little one. Plans are more like suggestions and the pace is slow (which can be nice if you accept it). In Iceland Daniel was sick, this brings a whole new level of slow to a trip.
After one of the best dinners Pete and I have had in a long time (at Fish Market – read about the restaurant here), little D projectile vomited right into my chest as I picked him up out of the high chair.
I think my initial reaction was shock. I didn’t understand where this jet-stream of warm puke was coming from. My second reaction was to worry. Daniel had never projectile vomited before, but he wasn’t warm, he wasn’t pale, and he didn’t seem overly concerned with his present state of affairs. And the reaction I desperately tried to obtain was calm. As I learned during my years of ski patrol, everything is better if you can be calm
Pete and I hit the reset button, reached for the muslins and started cleaning Daniel up. After a bit of a discussion, we decided to simply scoop him up and we high-tailed it back to the hotel where I jumped in the shower with him. Luckily we weren’t too far from our hotel and the restaurant staff was kind and understanding.
Back at the hotel, Daniel seemed fine. He kept down his evening feed and he seemed active again the next morning. We figured it was a one-off event and after much debate, we took him on the bus tour we had booked.
We had a great time at the first stop – an all year greenhouse where they grow tomatoes. Unfortunately, as we got him dressed and ready to go at the second stop he vomited all over Daddy (equitable little man). Pete ran inside to the gift shop to get a new t-shirt and quickly realized it would have been too cold to take Daniel off the bus even if he had been feeling well. We used Pete’s shop bag to contain all the stinky clothes.
It dawned on us that we would be spending most of the day on the bus and we used every toy that we had brought with us and then some (see the post about improvising on the go).
We did get off at Geysir to go into the restaurant where Daniel had a nap, and when we got back on the bus we were told that we’d be skipping the third stop because the weather was abysmal, and the tour guides would be looking for a way back to Reykjavik as all the roads to the city had been closed.
As we crawled back to the city we saw another tour coach in the ditch, that was when we could see anything at all. At one point we were driving ‘stick-to-stick’ using the markers on the side of the road as a guide. On the plus side, we weren’t really nervous, virtually nothing nefarious could happen at such a slow speed.
Always be prepared – carry extra t-shirts for each person with you (we previously had packed like this for flights – but now we know better – it’s an all-the-time rule). Puke and poop can happen at any time (Read about the time Daniel pooped on me while I was feeding him and I only packed the one pair of trousers).
Always be flexible.
What’s the worst thing that’s happened to you while travelling? Can you look back on it now and smile? This one might be a little too fresh for us…