Posted by lucy8180 on December 15th, 2009 |
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Two weeks ago was moving week and boy was it full. Monday was pretty low key. We mostly hung around the house and did last minute things, packed up our airplane stuff and went to dinner with some of Matt’s former colleagues. Tuesday the packers came and did all the packing of the house. While it was nice to have someone doing all the work, there wasn’t that much for us to do but sit around and be bored. It pretty much took the entire day for them to pack, I think they left around 4:30 pm after having arrived around 8 am. The packers and movers were the same guys and they came from PA down to pack and move us. They delivered some stuff to San Antonio and then packed our stuff.
Tuesday evening we went to pick up our rental car since we would lose our cars the next day and needed something to get around town for the rest of the week. On the way home from the car rental place Greta threw up all over herself and carseat. This was her first solid food throw up, so it wasn’t pleasant. We made it home and gave her a bath and got her to bed. She seemed totally fine the next day so we weren’t really sure what the problem was. I thought maybe she choked a little one some crackers she was eating in the car. I went to bed hoping and praying that it was a one time occurrence since we had no extra sheets or towels or really anything since everything was packed up. Oh and the washer was disconnected.
Wednesday was another semi boring day. The movers were busy all day loading the truck. Since the weather was cool the house definitely cooled down quite a bit. Greta wouldn’t nap in an empty room on the floor so eventually we headed over to our hotel to check in and get her to nap for a bit. Matt stayed with the movers and mostly sat around looking helpless. After nap we went and picked Albert up from the vet and headed over to the house to get Dada. All week Greta had very little appetite, which I’m still not sure if that was from the stress of moving or if she had some little stomach bug.
Thursday morning we ate breakfast at the hotel and then went back to the room, Greta threw up a little bit. She definitely didn’t throw up her entire meal, so we weren’t sure if it was something she ate, stress or a stomach bug. I’m thinking it was the hard boiled egg that she ate. She was the only one who had one and the only one who got sick. After that she seemed totally fine, running around like a crazy woman. We explored the hotel and then headed out to do some errands and check on Albert. We stopped by the house (to check on Albert) and Greta screamed at the thought of getting out of the car. She was holding her carseat straps on tight so we couldn’t get her out. She and I stayed in the car while Matt went in to get a few things. We went and met some friends at the bookstore for one last goodbye. Then we met up with some of Matt’s former co-workers for lunch. Greta and I dropped Matt off at the house to wait for the cleaning service and then headed to the hotel for naps. After a late nap and late cleaners we finally got everything done at the house. We grabbed some dinner and then headed back to the hotel to sleep.
Thursday night Greta woke up in the middle of the night burning up. I didn’t actually take her temperature, but gave her some tylenol and got her back to sleep. It took nearly 3 hours for her to feel cool to the touch again. Poor baby. She slept very restlessly all night long, which meant I didn’t sleep much at all.
We got up bright and early Friday morning, loaded the car, and headed over to the house to pickup Albert. Then we headed to the airport to return the car and get checked in and such. Check in was easy-peasy and we made it through security with no problems. Our first flight was just to Houston and we had no trouble at all. We got to Houston and it was snowing like crazy. All week we had seen that the forecast was calling for snow in both San Antonio and Houston, so we were hoping to get out before the snow arrived, but alas we did not. We boarded our plane and everything seemed fine. We were still on time and then came the delays. Every 30-60 minutes the pilot would come on the speaker and say we should be off the ground in about 30 minutes. All told we somehow ended up departing about 3.5 hours after our scheduled departure time. Thankfully Greta was still feeling quite sick so she just sat in my lap the whole time, drifting in and out of sleep and nursing the whole time. Only problem was that it was hot, hot, hot on the plane and holding a feverish baby didn’t cool me off at all. Also, anytime I moved an inch, which is bound to happen when sitting on an airplane and being pregnant, Greta woke up. Alas we made it safely to the Philadelphia airport without too much crying. Albert did ok on the flight. He would have been fine if we had been on time, but by the time we were able to get settled and let him out of the carrier he had been trapped for over 12 hours. We got our luggage and rental car and headed out. We headed to our new condo to meet our landlord so we could leave Albert there for the weekend. Our landlord is super nice and accommodating and didn’t mind waiting for us to arrive, even though we were much later than originally planned. After getting Albert settled in for a little while we headed about an hour and 15 minutes west to Matt’s parents’ house.
The weekend there was nice and relaxing. I was pretty stressed during the week of the move because I couldn’t do much and could only sit and think about all the stuff that needed to get done. Now that we were here and helpless there wasn’t much to worry about. Greta got to see her first snowfall (pics and videos on flickr, and coming here later) and got to spend some fun times with the family.
Monday morning we left Matt’s parents’ house early, about 6 am to head back to the condo to meet the movers. All day they moved stuff in. I tried to keep Greta out of the way, while Matt checked off the boxes. It was quite cold that day and since the door was open all day long, Greta and I mostly hid out in the back bedroom to keep warm. I woke up feeling yucky on Monday morning, sore throat, feverish, and generally achy. I think I had what Greta had last Friday. Greta did not have a very day on Monday. She was throwing tantrum after tantrum and well dealing with those while feeling sick isn’t the most fun. We all survived the day though and slept well Monday night. Once the movers were gone Greta calmed down quite a bit and each day things got easier, but she is definitely still adjusting.
The week the movers were packing us up, Greta was definitely upset and not quite happy and responded by throwing many more tantrums than normal. Now that we have just about everything important unpacked, Greta is settling in much better. She still isn’t quite sure about this whole thing, but I suspect things will continue to get better. Yesterday she only threw one real tantrum and that was because I made her come inside, and well that could have happened anywhere.
Matt started his new job yesterday and so far, so good. I went to my first appointment with the new midwives today and they seem nice. The office is in walking distance of our condo. Slowly, but surely we are getting settled in and finding our way around. I’ll write more about some of the good/bad things about living here.