I have always loved going to the beach. I am lucky that despite my son's many challenges, he has always loved water and has recently learned to swim. A day at the ocean is a lot of work, even with typical children. You have to pack lunches, lug chairs and walk through hot sand. That certainly is the same across the board for any parent of a young child. Yet there is always something that makes our day a little more special than your typical beach outing. This is just one of our many adventures..
It all begins with and hour and a half in the car. There are many beautiful beaches in Massachusetts, but I have to travel a bit to get to one. My son has been a great passenger in the past, but now he gets car sick. Because of his limited verbal skills he can't tell me, "Mom, I feel like I am going to throw up", so the first time it happened I was totally unprepared, and reached in to the back seat while driving trying to catch the vomit in my hands. It didn't work and we now we were both covered in it.. So this time I am prepared with a plastic bowl and some paper towels. When the coughing noise begins I know he is going to get sick. I grab the bowl, (while driving) and hold it out to him with one hand, driving with the other. Okay, good we make it in the bowl this time. My friend in the car with me and her son are having a little trouble with all of this, they are feeling a little sick looking at the vomit in the bowl that I am now holding in my lap. So we try to find a rest stop, but can't seem to locate one, so I pull off the highway in to a Kohl's parking lot. I dump the puke in the bushes, and off we go.
An hour later we arrive at the beach on this 100 degree day. We unpack our gear and begin our trek on to the beach. The sand is blazing hot, but my son still prefers to walk at his own pace. I try to hurry him a long but he doesn't go any faster, as usual just taking it all in. We finally get through the sand and find our spot on the beach. I am very happy my husband put his sunscreen on before we left, because that is a twenty minute process of screaming that I would prefer not to endure at the beach. My son rips of his shirt and shoes and runs for the water, butt crack hanging out and all. Well OK, I would like to fix that, especially after the woman next to me helpfully informs me that I need to fix my son's pants. So I try and ignore her commentary and I head over to pull up his bathing suit. For this he grants me a loud yell and a pinch on the arm which draws further staring. I probably should have just let his butt hang out.
So we are finally in the water, and are beginning to cool off. I am standing on the shore when my friend who is standing next to my son walks over to me and whispers" I think he has some poop" oh, that doesn't sound good. So I head over and he has indeed gone #2 in the clear ocean water, and is removing in from his bathing suit and watching in float in the water around him. So I ask him if he needs to use the bathroom. He repeats, "bathroom, yes." So off we to the women's room through the hot sand. We can't both fit in to the small beach stall so I stand outside while he sits. He has to gear down first because that is how he always uses the bathroom, and now is certainly not the time to argue. After 20 minutes of sitting he doesn't go. I guess he got it all out in the water. We head back again through the hot sand. But this time he can't make it. So I figure I should give my 110 lb child who is almost as tall as I am a piggy back. I know I can do it, I am strong! I am getting some strange looks but all I want to do is get through this hot sand. Yeah! I get him on my back and off we go,as I am running I look down and find myself tripping over something sticking out of the sand. Down we go, but the mom in me must break his fall, even if am hurt in the process.
Back at our spot I find the tide has come in, and we are left with a very heavy wet blanket. About 20 minutes later we decide to call it quits, and decide to head back to my Dads' pool which is just up the street. I decide to run ahead of the my friend and our two kids, trying to get the bulk of our beach gear to the stairs. Despite the fact that I hit the gym for 4 days a week for intense cardio , I now feel like I have never worked out a day in my life. I still need to head back to collect chairs and my gang. My son still prefers to take his time and and enjoy the sights while the rest of us run ahead, trying to avoid the hot sand. After another 20 minutes wandering around in the parking lot we finally find the car, and off we go hoping for more relaxing times.
At the pool we decide we should all wash the sand off before getting in to the pristine pool. My Dad has thoughtfully left out some buckets that I can fill with water to wash off my son'sfeet. He has remembered that trying to get him into any sort of shower is still out of the question. But he doesn't like this either, it is different than our normal pool routine. I dump the water on his feet and off we go.
Life is good now, I am relaxing in the 80 degree water when I feel hot white pain on the side of my neck. No idea. I jump out of the pool and discover I have been stung twice in the neck by a hornet. SO FUN!! So I am down for the count when my son decides he is done with the pool. This is a little strange since I normally cannot get him out. He sits in a chair in the shade, and is starting to look a bit peaked. He is not moving too much, and it begins to occur to me that he may be a little dehydrated. It is after all be a 100 degree day spent entirely in the son. I thought he was drinking well, but the normal amount does not cut it today. So now its time to go. I am just grateful that he didn't also have a BM in the pool like he did last time we visited. At least he got it all out in the ocean this time.
We are on the road for our hour and a half ride home, praying we don't hit any traffic. We don't but it is still a long ride as the air conditioner struggles to keep up with the extreme temperatures. I can't move my neck too well now, so I have to leave puke bowl duty to my friend. She of course is willing to help, but I can't tell she is secretly praying it doesn't happen again. We miraculously make it home without incident.
The day was hard, I am lucky my husband was home to greet me at the door and take over. But if my son even got five minutes of enjoyment out of the day I will do it again. Later on my friends listen to my stories. We laugh and know this has just been one of my many adventures. Can't wait to see what happens next time..
No comments:
Post a Comment