Though we had a wonderful time visiting with 3 out of 4 sets of grandparents, being tourists, playing at the park, etc….we had some serious mishaps as well. And looking back on it, they just got worse and worse…
Bad Thing #1: The flight out was fine, except that evidently there was a robust cold virus on that plane. Napoleona got an annoying cough the first day in California, quickly followed by SillyBilly having asthma (thank goodness nebulizers are portable) and me getting whacked with it too. It didn’t last that long, but SillyBilly ended up needing his nebulizer on and off through the whole trip. The cold, plus Nana’s smoking (even though she only does it in her bathroom behind closed doors, it’s still in the air I think) and the dog just overwhelmed his system I think.
Bad Thing #2: One evening, Napoleona was in her jammies, sitting on the arm of Grandpa’s leather recliner. When my back was turned, she evidently slipped off and landed on her elbow somehow. She was crying that it hurt, so I assumed she had another case of nursemaid’s elbow. I tried to pop it back in the way the pediatrician had showed me, but she just screamed bloody murder. So off to the ER we went.
She was a real trooper the whole time (especially after Nana showed up in the ER, having been unable to wait at home without knowing what was going on). They took xrays but couldn’t see any fractures, but the doctor said in little ones you just treat it like a fracture just in case. So they splinted her up and gave me the name of a local pediatric orthopedist.
We finally got an appointment with the ortho, a few days later (the injury happened over the holiday weekend, of course) but had to wait in the examining room for about an hour before even seeing him, putting us into dinner time. Then after examining her, the doctor decided Napoleona should have a cast, because of the amount of pain and limited motion she still showed in her elbow.
The nice ladies casted her arm, even giving her a pink cast! But I asked them, if her elbow is the problem, shouldn’t that cast go over her elbow? Oh no, they said, the doctor said short arm cast.
In the hallway, the doctor happened by and immediately said, that’s not right! So the cast had to be sawn open and replaced with a long arm cast. Napoleona was incredibly patient. Meanwhile SillyBilly was starting to get very upset, both because he was tired and hungry, and because little sister was getting all the attention (and had been for days).
Bad Thing #3: Our flight back was good. We even went through some thunderstorms with minimal jostling. Unfortunately the flight arrived in Newark at about 11 pm, so we were really tired. We caught the shuttle to the offsite parking company lot at a nearby hotel, and were looking forward to getting home by 12:30 am.
The parking company could not find our car. They drove around in their van, both in the drop-off lot at the hotel and their remote lot, and they drove Anthropapa around both lots–he even went around pressing the button on our alarm doohickey to see if they were just missing it in the dark. The shift manager also personally walked around both lots.
The parking company could not find our minivan anywhere. So, they arranged a hotel room for us (we paid a reduced rate, they’ll reimburse us) and the next morning, after meeting with a police officer to report the van stolen, we rented a car and drove home.
I have a strong feeling that this was an inside job. They claim that Person A remembers driving the van from the remote lot to the drop-off lot at around 2 pm that day, and Person B remembers marking the van delivered. And they had our keys. But the only way to get out of the drop-off lot is to either pay the attendant with a parking ticket stub, or to have the hotel validate the stub. So I think someone (Person A?) actually got the van from the remote lot, parked it elsewhere and probably had the key duplicated, and then walked into the drop-off lot and told Person B that the car had been delivered. There is just no way that someone hotwired a beat-up old minivan in broad daylight in a hotel parking lot and then somehow got past the parking attendant without a stub.
Then I was trying to think if we had left anything in the van. There was a carseat, which we really didn’t need any more as SillyBilly is big enough for a booster now. There were a few music cd’s, nothing important there.
Then I remembered the deposit slips for our checking account in the glove compartment. So we’ll probably have to close out the account and get a new one set up. Sigh.
So, now we’re waiting for the insurance company to decide what to do. Hopefully just pay off the loan on the van so we can look for another car. Eh, the van needed a brake job anyway.