The reality hit me this weekend. We live in a bus.
We’ve been without a home since July 29th when we sold our house in Lutz, Florida. We spent August staying with friends and visiting Puerto Rico. September passed as we drove to Alaska and fixed up the bus. Now October is here and we officially live in a bus.
After picking up Big Blue at the port in Tacoma, we spent a day unpacking all the boxes (we had completely packed the bus for the trip from Anchorage to Tacoma) and organizing. In such a small space, it’s imperative that everything have a place.
It was then time to figure out where to go and what to do. Our plans are fluid. Other than dates for workshops and times for photo sessions, we’re sort of making up our schedule as we go along. We haven’t made any reservations and we are hoping that because we are traveling off-season, availability at campgrounds won’t be an issue. Fingers crossed.
We drove north to La Conner and checked into a campground there. We found a spot near a playground and the shower house. Jake got us settled but then he had to leave. We decided to get our minivan earlier than we had planned. He caught a flight that night from Seattle to Sacramento, where our van was parked at my sister’s house.
Within 90 minutes of his departure, Miss B began to vomit.
About this point I realized we had no cell phone service, no car, and we lived in a bus.
Our bus has no running water. It’s a glorified tent. And my baby girl was destroying it with vomit. Buckets of vomit.
Have I mentioned that I don’t do vomit?
Thankfully the boys were there to help. Jacob scrubbed the mess on the floor and he and Josh took laundry to be washed at the onsite facility. I hoped that the vomit was a one time thing.
And then she went off again. Like Old Faithful blowing her top. Again and again. Eight times that night she threw up. We used towels to catch her puke. It was the only thing she would use. Each time the boys would gather and help me as she retched. I was desperately trying to avoid getting it on the couches or bedding.
I held her in my arms while I sat on my bed wondering what kind of hell we had gotten into. Who in their right mind lives on a bus?
I felt alienated and alone – cut off from the world. No cell, no internet (except for an occasional signal that wafted by), no car, no husband. You could say I was in a bit of a bad place.
I wanted to cry. I lost my temper with the boys, at which point they realized that mama wasn’t doing so good.
Miss B drifted off to sleep and I breathed a sigh of relief and said a prayer asking Heavenly Father to help her sleep peacefully and to please, please, please keep her from vomiting again. I read a book and kept vigil while she slept. The boys eventually fell asleep and I was surrounded by darkness and the sound of soft snoring.
I didn’t dare fall asleep for fear she would puke all over everything, and then what would I do?
Around 2am I was exhausted, but still holding Miss B as she fitfully slept. The thought occurred to me that I should try our hotspot wireless device to see if it would work. By some miracle it did! A tender mercy from Heavenly Father. I logged on and answered a couple emails, watched an episode of Scandal, and felt less alone.
Several times during the night, she awoke and there was more retching to be had, but less mess as she was almost to the dry heaving stage. I stayed awake until 5am. It had been two hours since the last episode of vomit and the boys would be able to help me soon.
The next day Miss B felt much better, evidently she had expelled whatever needed to be expelled. The boys watched her while they took all the towels to the laundry to be purged of puke. And I slept.
The rest of the day passed in quiet fashion. Miss B took a long nap, evidence she wasn’t quite up to par. The boys played football on the green behind our camp spot. I watched Jake’s dot on the Find My iPhone app as he made his way 850 miles from Sacramento to La Conner.
That evening at midnight, Jake pulled into camp and I breathed a sigh of relief. With him I can tackle anything. But the previous 30 hours had shown me how capable my boys were and how much they are willing to help.
Jacob will make a great husband and father some day. His willingness to clean up that puke was pretty dang impressive.
Miss B is feeling much better today and we are off to find another campsite – one that has cell service this time.
P.S. I’m hoping to get lots of blogs posted over the next week. I have a backlog of sessions both from my family and from Simply b that I can’t wait to share!