This month we did our first overnight and time away from Owen. We went on a long weekend, 3 days and 3 nights, to Port A with some of our good friends. Half of us went down Thursday night and the rest came Friday afternoon.
I had SO much anxiety leading up to the trip and leaving Owen for the first time. I basically did not want to leave him for an overnight, let alone three nights. I knew it would all be okay but it did not feel that way as the trip got closer and closer. Thank you to everyone who prayed for my stress with the trip and for Owen to do fine. Everything went much better than I expected and it was probably a good thing for Cody and I to get away with friends and enjoy some baby-free time. In fact a tiny part of me felt like it went too well and that if I were to die tomorrow Owen wouldn't miss me and would be totally fine. What a horrible thought right?! I told Cody that and he responded with, "Well did you want Owen to cry and be upset missing you the whole time we were gone?" Obviously no I did not want him to be upset and sad. I wanted him to be happy and play and have fun and be fine. But I also wanted to think he at least sort of missed me. Is that awful? Or understandable? I don't know. Anyways...
We had a blast with our friends! I went on my first fishing trip and as Cody and the guys are saying I "stabbed our guide with my fish". I did not stab anyone with anything, but he did get hurt and I felt awful. I caught a fish and the guide wanted me to take a picture holding it. I did not want to touch the fish. He insisted and I tried to be brave and hold the darn thing to take the picture. He had me stick my fingers up in the gills to start to hold it (ewwwww!) and then when he told me to grab it's mouth with my thumb and stick my thumb far enough in so it couldn't bite me, well that was as far as I could try to be brave. I screamed, squirmed, and dropped the fish. Somehow (I still don't quite get this) as I dropped it and the guide was trying to catch it I guess, some part of the fin of the fish stabbed his hand and actually went though his hand in-between his thumb and pointer finger. As in it was sticking out the top of his hand and through the bottom. He was bleeding and clearly in pain and upset - understandably. I felt AWFUL. Our friend Doug had to use these fishing plier things and yank, hard, to get the thing out of his hand. I just hope he doesn't get any sort of infection! It took a while for that situation to settle but thankfully it did and we enjoyed the rest of the fishing trip. And I still got a decent picture with a fish at the end of the trip -with no injuries!
We enjoyed time in the hot tub each evening and went to the beach briefly right before a storm. We had awesome girl and guy time to talk and hang out. We did mini dance parties in all the elevator rides, and we also went for a short bit to "the hottest night spot" in Port A, a bar club place called Bernie's. For whatever reason mine and Cody's past trip to Vegas had been on my mind and while there we went to a club and had a blast. I guess I was wanting to relive that night, and while Bernie's didn't exactly compare to our dancing experience in Vegas, it certainly was still fun.
Thank you to Cody's parents, Sue and Steve, for taking such great care of Owen and sending me pictures and updates with how he was doing : )
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