Pregnancy Tests and Pinkeye

When we first decided to travel there was a lot of concern from other people as to how on earth we’d possibly care for our kids without the pediatrician next door. We were kind of winging it in that regard. We have travelers insurance that covers both¬†unexpected illness and emergencies/urgent care situations for the whole family, but we didn’t map out where doctor offices were in proximity to our apartment. The finer details were missed , but we had the bigger picture down. Back in the states we could take the kids in to the doctor whenever we wanted, I figured we would just figure it out when we needed to abroad. Well, the time called.¬† We got familiar with the Farmicia real quick. And thanks to our friend Taylor Williams, an attorney in Scottsdale that sat down with us and mapped out a plan of travel dos and don’ts, we had a sheet of English speaking doctors and places to get checked out in Spain if we needed to use it (thanks Taylor!). Rewind :: Before we left for Germany Griffin started to get ill and then I was closely behind. We hit our cold peaks in Germany where slapped on top of jet lag and no sleep from Portland to Germany, I was not a happy camper. Eventually I got over it as many colds resolve themselves and that was that. Day 7 in Barcelona I thought to myself, “hmmm , that’s weird. I think I should have gotten my period…” In an extreme panic I looked at the calendar…”oh my god, I’m three days late.” Well...

Just under 11 hours in the air

Traveling abroad – Planes, busses and taxi cabs… Well we finally did it. We made it across the country by plane. 11 hours from Portland to Frankfurt under our belts, we are now experts in travel and explorers of the unknown, right?!? Wrong. I have a confession– traveling with kids on an international flight was really, really, really, really hard. Nolan and Griffin have only been on flights that are less than four hours long from Arizona to Illinois (technically Griffin was still in the womb), so while I thought I was prepared for the 10 hour flight from Portland to Frankfurt, I was not. When we decided to travel it all seemed very romantic; take the kids, sell everything and explore the world. Great, right?! Yes. Very…. and at the same time when it was time to go, the day of our flight I became absolutely fucking terrified. I was standing bouncing Griffin for the fourth straight hour in the isle of the plane , surrounded by people peacefully watching a movie or sleeping thinking , “why am I doing this? This is insane. How was this idea even considered a possibility?” My terror grew with each passing hour of being awake when technically it was the middle of the night. I missed my mom, I wanted to sleep in a bed and the thought of five more hours of confinement within the airplane was straight up terrifying. At one point I went into the bathroom and just started sobbing. The sleep deprivation had finally set in. I felt alone with my baby who refuses to sleep and...