Camping with Baby

Jesse was determined.  Even though we now had a 5 month old baby, we were going on our annual Wyzga/Simpson camping trip in the Shenandoah.  Last year, temperatures had plummeted into freezing, so we decided to skip the autumn leaf display in hopes of warmer weather.

 All of September it had been in the 80's/90's until the weekend of our getaway.  We arrived to find it already 60 degrees with rain looming in the forecast.  London did great!  It was quite the task to set up everything for camping and at the same time keep the baby warm and from eating anything poisonous.

We ment to capture our whole event on film, but as it turned out, all my "camping" pics were just pictures of London!  The first day, the rain held off for us to take a short hike and enjoy roasting marshmellows. The next day, however, the raindrops started to fall on Chad who decided it would be better to sleep under the stars (clouds) than to bother setting up a tent for himself. 

 As we pondered waiting out the rain in the car, I noticed London's hands becoming red and puffy.  It was the first sign of anything wrong with our baby and I started to panic inside.  Did she touch something?  Was she going to start having trouble breathing?  We sped off to the camp ground store to find benadryl only to discover that they only sold adult pills and that we had no reception to call the pediatrician.  In fear of anaphalatic shock, we drove 30 minutes to the nearest town to find a pharmacy.

 By the time we found children's Benadryl, the pediatrician advised us not to give it and that it was probably her vascular system overreacting from the temperature changes.  After that event, we decided just to go home.  Maybe we'll try the cabins next year...