Good: Carina was baptized this weekend! My Grandfather is a Catholic Deacon and he performed the ceremony in Cape Cod on Saturday. She slept through most of it, right until it came time to pour water on her head. She woke up crying, the poor thing.
Here we are right after the ceremony:
Carina with her Godparents (my sister, and M's brother):
Getting kisses from her cousin later on:
It was so great to see our families. Aside from the baptism, this weekend was special since it was the first time that M's brother and my younger sister met Carina.
Bad: Her behavior while traveling on Thursday and yesterday must have been retribution for all of the times that I judged parents of screaming babies while flying. Whenever I was forced to sit near a crying baby on a flight I rolled my eyes and asked my travel companion, "
why would you
ever travel with a baby?" Payback is cruel.
Carina almost never stopped crying while at the airport or on the plane. There was literally nothing we could do to calm her down most of the time, and we tried everything. She didn't want to be in the Moby, she didn't want her pacifier, she would only nurse here and there. When we arrived at my parents' house we must have looked like zombies. I will never judge again.
Pukey: For the few days leading up to our travels, Carina started spitting up projectile-style much more frequently. We saw the doctor right before we left for the airport and they gave us a new reflux medication to try. Unfortunately it wasn't really in time to stop her from spitting up all over me while in mid-air on Thursday. The logistics of trying to clean all this up while the seat belt light was still on were rather difficult.
The meds still hadn't really kicked in on Sunday, either. When we ran from our first flight's gate to get to our next flight (which was already boarding), as soon as we stepped off of the moving walk BLAAAHHHHH. She spit up almost everything she had eaten that day. It was running down her clothes, my coat, and into the diaper bag. There were pools of spit up in the diaper bag pockets ::
cringe:: I started tearing up from frustration as we boarded the plane. Lucky for us, Carina slept from then on.
We finally arrived home at around 11 PM. I cursed the clock as I set my alarm for 5:30 AM. So.freaking.tired.