Another post I started more than a month ago but could only now finish.
Being around the toddlers in our masks was an interesting experience for me. Both BF and I had discussed dealing with the toddler nieces and nephews with our faces covered on our drive up. Little kids tend to be afraid of things they don’t understand or know. I wanted to make sure that they felt comfortable with us with the masks on. Initially I thought up the idea of taking the masks off like peekaboo, so that the little ones knew who was behind them. Of course, this can’t be done in the same room with the kids, because then I’m exposing myself to the germs that are airborn. What would be the point of wearing the masks to begin with otherwise? But his parents house allowed for the unique enough set up that we were able to carry out this idea.
When we came back after checking into the hotel we stood on the porch with the little children on the other side of the door watching us through the window being held by their mothers. We were able to take the mask off one ear uncovering faces, smile, and wave until they waved back. We then would recover our faces and dance and wiggle our hands in the air. Doing goofy movements to make them laugh, uncovering and recovering our faces throughout the process. This way they knew who was behind the mask and had a better understanding of what the mask actually was. We weren’t so worried about the older nephew. For one thing he had a much better understanding of my health to begin with. He has interacted with me on many different levels of healthy and sick. Once we explained it to him, our nephew wouldn’t have a problem with how weird we look with our faces covered.
Watching my BF sanitize every step we took while we were up north made for some great laughs. For one thing, even before chemo, he never let me carry my own bags. Now with chemo, there was no way I would be able to talk him out of being such a gentleman. I can still picture it, weeks later, walking down the hallway to our hotel room with barely anything in my arms. Watching him ahead of me, like a pack horse, laden down by practically every Vera Bradley pattern you can think of. (Okay that’s an exaggeration, I only like certain patterns, I’m pretty picky about which ones I buy honestly!) Still with a mask on, still with gloves on, his hands full of Lysol spray in wipes, we trudged to our room. I felt practically hazmat ready. When he unlocked the door to our hotel room he made me wait outside, while inside madly sanitizing every surface he could touch. I was impressed, this man is a natural caregiver, but to see him go so far above and beyond to make sure I could stay as healthy as possible during this trip was truly treat. He really knows how to make me feel like nothing matters more to him. Our room was huge for a Microtel! We Had two queen-size beds in the room and the entire wall with the headboards was mirror. Now I’m not saying I’m vain, but I sure do like to watch myself in the mirror;)
We took a few ridiculous pictures while we were in our room. but I’m glad to say we didn’t actually spend that much time in our room. I managed to preserve my energy accurately enough that I didn’t get drained as quickly as I’m used to. Granted BF and other family members were doing their best to watch over me and make sure I didn’t try to take on more than I had the energy to do. I spent a lot of time sitting, but I was never alone. I always had a number of other family members around me talking, listening, asking questions. The little nieces and nephews were adorable. Almost as though they thought the masks were part of a game, everything quickly became normal. The littler two ran around as usual, asking for help with puzzles, stacking Duplos and definitely more interested in the food on our appetizer plates than their own. I got air hugs from the sick family and we were told to be prepared for a family photo.
Well, what an interesting adventure… Family photo for Grandma’s 90th. This completely makes sense. Except how do I do this with a mask? I can’t exactly be wearing a mask for them photo of grandma’s 90th birthday! Okay, I can totally hold my breath for this, right? Right?! to thing a weirdly put makeup on my entire face even though half of it was going to be covered…
I know it’s weird; I just think it feels even weirder to only put makeup on part of my face and I look pretty alluring. haha though I didn’t have lipstick.