Ocean Isle

Vacation. This past week I found that that's not really a word used in a mothers vocabulary. I mean, it's used, but not in it's entirety! Vacation to me usually means: relaxation, rest, getting away from your normal routine, & refreshment. Vacation this time, on the other hand, would accurately be defined as, "still on-duty momma hustle-n-bustling around to tend to the little one's needs and trying to please & maintain happiness while attempting to relax at a remote location"! 

This past week we had the privilege of going to Ocean Isle Beach with my husband's family for their annual Family Vacation! I knew going into it that it wouldn't be anything like previous years since it was the first time traveling with Zeek. I tried to be idealistic and only hope for the good, such as a baby who'd sleep his normal routine (not in his crib), who'd love the sandy beach, & who'd be extra happy... Like I said before, all idealistic thoughts, which is totally NOT me. Granted, this vacation was surprisingly pleasant & I greatly enjoyed the special walks on the beach w/ my family, time spent with extended family, watching others love on Zeek, great late night convos on the front porch, & watching Zeek giggle & play with his daddy on the beach! 

But, there was still those little things looming over my head as "mom"! Zeek having his first diaper rash (consistently worsening & trying everything possible to help), Zeek hating sleep anywhere besides his crib causing less naps (cranky baby) & sleepless nights (waking every 1-2hrs trying to calm him so the rest of the house didn't wake), learning how to handle heat rash (on Z's face) & keeping him inside more often than not (not fun when you're at the beach), & as always, learning to become more selfless...

I guess I'm continually reminded that a momma's job never ends, (even when you're on vacation), but nothing could replace the joy it brings day in & day out, making it always worth it!