Nicaragua

(Through the eyes of my son-in-law–check out his blog at justmeandmyboy.wordpress.com)

Well the plan worked out.  My wife figured that if we could have a baby in late November or early December she could once again make her annual trip to Nicaragua to work in a clinic down there, with the baby being at least 2 months old, thus having one round of shots, but without being pregnant during a trip.  I guess God liked her idea and made it all happen.  The little guy was born Dec 3, just enough time for even 2 rounds of shots before we left on Feb 18.  I don’t even remember my expectations and am not sure of my wife’s, but reality usually ignores expectations and has a mind of its own.  So off to the Crazy adventure we went.

The trip started with a 5am arrival at the airport, where there initially was no record of an infant traveling with us, which stalled us for about 30 minutes at the ticket desk.  Divine intervention #2, first class tickets, got us in the short line for security and to the gate with time for me to have a second breakfast even before 7am, much to my liking.  Not sure how we lucked out with First class seats on 2 of our 3 flights eachway for no extra charge, but pretty sure thats the only reason we survived our long travel days.

We eventually made it to Managua at about 11:30pm that night, with very little baby drama. The next 2 days baby schedule were topsy turvy but by the third day he got himself on a his “Nica” schedule.

5-5:30: Wake up and eat

7:30-8: go back to sleep for a morning nap in dad’s baby carrier while he and mom worked in the clinic (wouldn’t we all like a nap at 7:30am)

10-10:30: wake up to the surprise of the Jalapenos (what the folks from Jalapa call themselves) who I doubt have ever seen a blonde haired blue-eyed infant in real life and Probably never will again.

1-1:30: head back to the hotel for n nap with Dad.

3:30-4: return to the clinic for the end of the day and more laughs and pointing from the locals.

7-7:30 go to bed for the night to get ready for another hot sweaty day with his Nordic Prince father.

Every where we went the Jalapenos pointed, laughed, and rambled on in Spanish about, about the ghost baby in their presence.  They even called him a doll, as if he wasn’t even real because of his fair skin and almost non existent head hair.  Our team of Pediatricians, dentists and a surgeon saw over a 600 patients and the dentists pulled nearly 1,000 teeth including at least 14 from a couple different mouths.  An incredible experience as always working with Los Pepitos.  They are a group of disabled kids who get pushed aside by the health care system, but come out in their Sunday best and giant smiles to see the doctors from the states for their annual check ups.

Most of the excitement again surrounds gastrointestinal fire power.  He went a couple of days without making a mess of a diaper and making his mom worried, so after a little deposit to make things happen, the flood gates let loose.  Not only did he fill a diaper, but half way through the change he let loose again and overflowed the banks, lucky for us he was on a vinyl changing pad to keep things somewhat under control.  After that things got a little more normal.

Until the trip home that is.  By 1pm he had already leaked through 2 diapers and 2 sets of clothes. the second happened just after we started our second of 3 flights.  We had to wait to get to cruising altitude and the beverage cart to get out of the way to make it to the lavatory hoping to avoid any further overflow.  These issues however I contribute to some diapers that seem void of any absorbent quality, with the poo just flowing where ever it pleases including making a little puddle in my lap.

We made it back without much incident, and with a rare experience of a week in a small village in a developing country with an infant,  Cant wait till he starts talking and telling us how crazy we are for the decisions we make.

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