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ailbheI allowed myself to be talked into or overruled into accepting a lift in a car from the hotel to the church, so Linnea was terribly carsick. On the trip from the church to the venue, also by car, she had nothing left to be sick with. We stayed for the meal and the speeches and had to leave before the dancing. Linnea slept through a lot of it anyway, and started begging to leave as soon as she woke up.
We refused - with difficulty - another lift in a car and walked and got a bus partway. Emer cheered up quite quickly but Linnea is still feeling fragile even now. She's able to eat but refused a walk in the hotel gardens.
As well as missing most of the party, we had to cancel our trip to the city centre today to meet up with friends who live in Edinburgh and are in Dublin for the weekend. I feel so bad about this. It was all my fault. If I had been stronger and refused the lift - which I knew was very likely to make Linnea sick - we'd have been able to stay for the dancing at my baby sister's wedding, to a man I greatly admire and like. We'd have been able to go out this morning and meet people for breakfast, and go into town to meet people for lunch. As it is, Rob has taken Emer out for a walk, and Linnea and I are in the hotel room snuggling quietly. I've read her some books and she's watched some telly.
Also, I spent a long time last night scrubbing vomit off clothes in the sink in our bathroom. I have a feeling the white cardigan is ruined; I'm not certain. I did the best I could with washing up liquid and a nailbrush and then handed it off - still wet - to the hotel laundry. I don't know much about stain removal but I know it's easier if it doesn't get washed and dried into place. I really liked that cardigan; Emer has a matching one still in excellent condition.
However, the wedding itself was beautiful, and Linnea was well-behaved, though both queasy and hungry, which is always a bad combination. Emer was tired and Rob had to take her out of the church because it was too exciting to fall asleep and she was too cranky to stay quiet. I said the shortest prayer in the world and cher papa utterly, utterly blanked me and my family, as though we were some sort of visual teflon. That suits me fine.
So the wedding was lovely and we're recovering from my stupid, stupid, cowardly error. I really need to learn not to do what I'm told so much. It is my job to protect my children, even when I'm knackered.
We refused - with difficulty - another lift in a car and walked and got a bus partway. Emer cheered up quite quickly but Linnea is still feeling fragile even now. She's able to eat but refused a walk in the hotel gardens.
As well as missing most of the party, we had to cancel our trip to the city centre today to meet up with friends who live in Edinburgh and are in Dublin for the weekend. I feel so bad about this. It was all my fault. If I had been stronger and refused the lift - which I knew was very likely to make Linnea sick - we'd have been able to stay for the dancing at my baby sister's wedding, to a man I greatly admire and like. We'd have been able to go out this morning and meet people for breakfast, and go into town to meet people for lunch. As it is, Rob has taken Emer out for a walk, and Linnea and I are in the hotel room snuggling quietly. I've read her some books and she's watched some telly.
Also, I spent a long time last night scrubbing vomit off clothes in the sink in our bathroom. I have a feeling the white cardigan is ruined; I'm not certain. I did the best I could with washing up liquid and a nailbrush and then handed it off - still wet - to the hotel laundry. I don't know much about stain removal but I know it's easier if it doesn't get washed and dried into place. I really liked that cardigan; Emer has a matching one still in excellent condition.
However, the wedding itself was beautiful, and Linnea was well-behaved, though both queasy and hungry, which is always a bad combination. Emer was tired and Rob had to take her out of the church because it was too exciting to fall asleep and she was too cranky to stay quiet. I said the shortest prayer in the world and cher papa utterly, utterly blanked me and my family, as though we were some sort of visual teflon. That suits me fine.
So the wedding was lovely and we're recovering from my stupid, stupid, cowardly error. I really need to learn not to do what I'm told so much. It is my job to protect my children, even when I'm knackered.