on camping

Yep, we're still here. Trying to remain vertical when the day-to-day sometimes knocks us down. It's the middle of the summer, and we just finished a week of camping.

Well, sort of.

In this chapter of our family's story, the end reads of Janneke home, laughing in her bed. It also includes a cheery Rachel, probably the happiest she's been with camping in the last few years.

The middle of the chapter is about Janneke taking a Ornge helicopter from Parry Sound to Hamilton late at night.

The beginning of the chapter?  Last week, we arrived at our campsite, excited to try Killbear Provincial Park, located along the inlets of Georgian Bay's shoreline. We loved having a campsite on the beach that allowed Rachel and Janneke (and Luna) to sit at the site and watch their sisters on the sunny beach. The rocky shore was actually semi-accessible in spots, allowing the girls to get right up to the water!

Unfortunately, Janneke started with high fevers the second day into our trip.  We became more uneasy and took her to the nearby Parry Sound hospital Wednesday morning. Over the course of the day, her infection became serious enough that after several rounds of IV antibiotics, we were transported by air to McMaster in Hamilton. Under different circumstances, it would have been thrilling to take a helicopter ride, but at 4 AM, it's dark out - and I was pretty worried about our kid.

Janneke and I arrived at Mac where the ER staff greeted her by first name at the door. The familiarity was comforting given the anxiety and lack of sleep. We were admitted and continued with IV antibiotics under the care of our paediatrician, and after three days at Mac, we were sent home with more meds.  

In the meantime, Ralph and the girls - along with Katelyn, stayed at Killbear until Friday. Ironically, it's usually Rachel who has medical issues or shows displeasure with being away from home. This time around, she woke up every day smiling, and she loved watching the water *insert big smiley face*.

When I look at that week, I want to see the good outweigh the disappointment. I want to celebrate the fact that Rachel had a great week, that we all got a taste of camping in parts. 

I can't ignore the disappointment over how things didn't go as planned. I can't forget the tears of frustration I had in the Parry Sound ER when I knew our little kiddo was super sick - and once again, we'd be telling our kids that plans were changing.

It's hard not to be bitter when plans come undone. Sometimes I get tired of trying to see the purpose in the plight.

Yet, walking the halls in the paediatric ward at Mac reminded me of the many stories also out there... plans that unraveled, reservations on hold, and canceled pool parties for other families.

For our family, the chapter ends with all of us home again. And we are thankful. We have more meds to give and more appointments to attend, but tonight, we are all home under the same roof. We have some pictures that will preserve the memories, and we will go camping again.