I survived a road trip with a 2-year old and a 5 month old! Do I get a medal? a cookie? It wasn’t as disastrous as I expected it to be. We left around 5:30am on saturday morning, the boys didn’t even wake up when I changed their diapers and carefully strapped them into their seats. Still in their jammies the snuggled in for the long ride.
My oldest (which I will call D) awakened and insisted on watching The Lion King for the 7474746235th time, it was at this point I realized I should have switched the movie in the DVD player. We hurried along as hukunah matata and can you feel the love tonight played on from the back seat.
About a half hour outside of town I stopped to change the boys and feed the baby. The bitter cold took my breath away as I got out of the car. I left it running heat at full blast as I got the boys dressed for the day and ready to see daddy! My baby(Which from now on I will call M) chugged his bottle as if he had never eaten before in his entire life then promptly fell back to sleep. Not so bad so far!
As we got on the road again D was whining for some water. I handed him his sippy and he immediately threw it on the floor and began to scream for his water. Thankfully he threw it to where I could reach it and hand it back to him. He seem satisfied and continued on watching his movie, damn forgot to change the DVD again. Oh well, maybe someday knowing The Lion King line for line will be of good use.
I was approaching the last canyon before town when I hear a “thud!” then all of a sudden from the back seat “my water! waaaaater! waaaater!” There was no way I could reach it and no place to pull over in the canyon. This carried on for about 10 minutes before I got to a rest area, I retrieved the sippy and everyone was happy.
M started fussing right when we got into town, and it was another 10 minutes drive to the facility. I knew he was getting tired of his car seat and hurried as much as I could. We finally arrived and I felt the bitter cold as I exited the car. I knew we wouldn’t be playing outside today. I begged D to please be good as we would be stuck inside for the duration of this visit.
I looked like a pack mule hauling everything into the building. I had a diaper bag, cooler, a couple of plastic bags with goodies, a baby and a toddler. I was the first visitor to arrive so check in was easy, but then again check in is always easy at this facility. There is one CO in charge of visiting. This time it was someone new that just transferred from a max security, this worried mr as I thought he would be really harsh on us. I couldn’t have been more wrong. He was extremely nice and was chatting up my toddler as he searched my bags and I filled out paperwork. After he was done he told me I could have a seat and I said “um, aren’t you supposed to wand me down?” “oh yeah, its been a long morning already!” we both chuckled as he waved the metal detecting wand over my body.
“J report to control full greens and state ID, you have a visit!” It would be just another minute before he walked through the door. It’s amazing how nervous I get to see the man I slept next to for 11 years. As he entered the room D exploded “daddy! daddy! daddy!” and ran right up to him. J scooped him up and gave him a big hug and tons of kisses. It warmed my heart to see him get so excited to see his daddy. J was really worried about him forgetting who he was.
Then he saw M for the second time since he went away, he hadn’t seen him in 3 months. M gave him a big smile as J took him from my arms. I tear up just thinking of how much love he has for those boys and how hard it is for him to not see them every day. We set up at the table near the TV and toys. D was begging for breakfast so we warmed some sausage biscuits while J and I tried to have a normal conversation. Notice I said tried, the majority of our visit was spent entertaining a toddler and feeding/holding the baby. We barely got to talk, but it was ok because J was able to spend time with his boys.
Six hours flew by. It felt like we just barely arrived when the CO announced we only had 15 minutes left. I packed everything up and got ready to say goodbye, and that I would see him again in the morning. D was watching the Mickey DVD I had donated and started to throw a tantrum when we had to shut it off. I hurried out of the building with a screaming toddler so I wouldn’t upset others trying to say their goodbyes.
I was able to use a stroller to pack everything into the hotel room. I looked like a sherpa on a mission up Mt. Everest. I need to learn how to pack lighter! It was about 4:30 when we got settled into the room. D played and I took care of M. Soon enough it was time to go night night, I welcomed some sleep after being up since 4am. M went right down, but D decided to protest. He has figured out that if he keeps talking he stays awake, and after about 2 hours of constant chatter he finally fell asleep.
We had decided I would leave early the next day to beat the ski traffic heading back into the city. We only got 3.5 hours together, but every minute the kids and I can spend with J is a blessing. After saying our goodbyes and giving lots of hugs and kisses we were on our way back home.
Our plan on missing the traffic didn’t pan out. I got stuck on the highway, and M was being extremely fussy. I pulled over three times to replace his paci and give him something to eat. A trip that was supposed to take 3-3.5 hours took us nearly 5. We made it home safe though and were happy that we had such a great visit.
It is so good to see him, but so hard to say goodbye. He doesn’t have too much longer to go, hopefully by this summer he will be at the halfway house and he can get all day passes to be with us.