A restaurant in Puerta Vallarta (David was drinking a lot of.... Pepsi)
DAY ONE: Ariel got a kidney infection on Monday and went on antibiotics.
When we went to the childcare center, the woman there was distinctly unfriendly to Kavanna. She glared at her, which made Kavanna cry. The woman said to David, who was holding Kavanna, "Take her over there until she calms down."
From that point on she refused to go to the kids club, which was a huge part of why we chose to go to the cruise. We had no time for ourselves the entire trip, except for one dinner when Lori looked after her.
DAY TWO & THREE: Ariel was able to swim with dolphins on Tuesday in Cabo but the next day she felt sick all day while we were at the beach in Mazatlan. I took her back to the ship doctor and she was diagnosed with the flu, necessitating different antibiotics.
She was in bed in our room, not the one she was to share with Lori (she wanted to be with Mom while she was sick), so David slept on the floor the entire cruise and I slept with the girls in the bed) until yesterday. Except for swimming with dolphins in Cabo, and a day at the beach in Mazatlan when she felt terrible, she had zero vacation.
DAY FOUR (THANKSGIVING): Kavanna got a 104 degree fever so we spent Thanksgiving in the ship medical facilities. She had an IV with antibiotics, cold packs, and two nebulizer treatments, plus an xray that determined she had bronchitis, probably gotten from Ariel.
The whole time, this Romanian nurse was telling Kavanna, "Stop crying! You are ugly when you cry!"
We got back to find there was a problem with our backyard sprinkler, that went off despite being turned off, and our yard is flooded... And then, Kavanna got diarrea, probably because of the antibiotics.
Generally it was a disaster of epic proportions. It was so bad that it comes all the way around to being funny.
Next vacation, we're staying home!
