We had less than 24 hours before we handed the keys over to pack our things, without kids.

We slept approximately 3 hours that night as we made a mad dash to bring things to storage and pack the camper with last minute items.

We became so overwhelmed by the amount of stuff we had left, in addition to the lack of time remaining to drive to storage, that many things ended up piled in the camper.

I don’t believe I’ll ever forget walking into the title company sweaty, covered in dirt, wearing 2 different shoes and, of course, over 40 minutes late.

No joke, I wish I had photos.

We were truly a sight to see.

Upmost professional.

We can laugh now, as we look back officially one week ago today.

We took a few days to go through our camper, organize, returned out of place items to storage and just spent a few moments with family before hitting the road.

Our first stop, Georgia.

We found an app. Hipcamp. Virtually, Airbnb for campsites.

We located a site in the hills of Georgia, remote and perfect for rest.

We desperately needed rest.

We arrived in wee hours of the morning to make a tight turn, dragging the underbody of our camper up a hill, just barely making it into this site.

We remained attached to the truck overnight, avoiding issues until morning.

After Daniel realized that damage to the camper was minimal, we relaxed and began to enjoy our spot in the hills.

We enjoyed coffee outside with the birds, napped, enjoyed a quiet hike with the kids (just kidding, they are so loud!)

We were just beginning to truly breathe when we met the owners of our site.

They had baby chickens to show us. So cute. L would not leave the chickens alone, holding his sweet little hands out, wanting to pick them up.

I had to pick him up to avoid him getting hurt. Roosters can be so protective.

We hung around chatting a bit, and Luca was getting heavy. I checked and the rooster was hanging in the fenced in area. I put Luca down and turned to ask the pig’s name.

BAMMM.

The evil rooster flew over the fence and attacked L’s cheek. Blood everywhere.

Needless to say, our rest ended with an abrupt halt.

We called so many urgent care centers who wouldn’t take him because he is under the age of 2. Each recommended we take him to the ER, which we were wanting to avoid due to Covid and F’s asthma.

After many more calls, we ultimately ended up at the ER in this small town. The line was so long we couldn’t enter the door of the hospital. The ER was erupting with everyone, thankfully in masks, but unable to socially distance, due to sheer lack of space.After questioning whether everyone was in line to be taken back, I realized every single human in this ER had to be seen before we could even have him looked at. I couldn’t imagine the exposure to not only Covid, but every other illness out there.

Poor L, not even old enough to wear a mask. I just couldn’t put a cut over both my kids’ health.

We left.

We ended up going to the ER in Atlanta the next day after being sent from their urgent care. We thought with them being a major city, likely would follow protocols much more than a small town.

Thankfully, we found a children’s hospital.

Though, we really found out he just needed antibiotics to avoid infection from the rooster. We were non-the-less thankful, post bloodwork, that he did not currently have an infection.After IV antibiotics, we were given a 10 day oral antibiotic script and sent home.

I’ll spare you the bloodshed of trying to get a needle in his tiny arm for an IV.

Overall, we were thankful. It could have been so much worse.

The rest of the week we laid low. No chickens. No roosters. No trips to the ER.

Thankfully, we rested. We took lots of naps. We absorbed nature.

Disconnected from technology.

Played in the mud.

Prepped ourselves for the upcoming week.

For now it is time to head to Disney World. See you soon.