Roan has a major weakness: he throws up often. No kidding I believe that child has thrown up more in his (almost) five years than I have in my many-more-than-that-years and that is saying something as I have had ample opportunities to loose it. From amusement parks to irresponsible drinking, I’ve been there, but Roan has me beat, to be sure. This past week as we headed on a road trip with my sister’s family I kept my fingers crossed that Roan’s carsick days were past him. After all, we’d traveled a few times in the summer with friends in their vehicles and Roan’s stomach had remained intact. Still, those trips had mainly been on highways and had drivers that were less…..dynamic……than Dan, my sister’s husband.
My poor son started the trip out with nothing but enthusiasm, hope and excitement that had been building for weeks as he anticipated our vacation. However, around 45 minutes into the trip I noticed his demeanor changed, he got quiet, and looked like he was hanging on for dear life. I have to hand it to that kid – every time I asked if he was ok, he said, “yes” with such reach for it to be true that I almost believed him. And when the inevitable finally came knocking on his door, Roan heroically threw-up into his favorite pillow rather than on the upholstery and I was proud. Is that too much information? I’ll skip the rest of the story with just this last bit – he had a few hours to go, and hit the bag/bucket combo we fashioned every time. That’s a good kid.
He seemed to get worse on trips through town while on vacation – Roan ended up not being able to tolerate even relatively short drives – always hitting his limit at around 40 minutes. To his cousin’s credit, they developed a reflex of plugging their ears and closing their eyes, which was funny, but really a sad situation all around.
|Finally, I agreed to give Dramamine a try for the ride home. That drug gave me a glimpse into Roan’s future that I’ll likely not be invited to as he sat with eyes half-closed, a wan smile on his face, falling over slowly, sideways. I felt a little guilty for apparently getting my child stoned but putting that aside, YAY!! He slept peacefully for most of the drive, and when he was awake he was happy and able to enjoy the road-trip part of the vacation. It was such a relief – for the entire carload.
I have no idea if Roan will grow out of this motion sickness hell he has and I have nothing but wonder at how he can ride the Scrambler at Coney Island but can’t sit in a mini-van. These are the great questions in my life, but now at least I have my answer. Dear Dramamine, I love you.