Vietnam: Jet Lag
It ain't no joke. Still recovering from the second round back in the States. Add in Vietnam strep throat and Commie conjunctivitis and I'm a walking Typhoid Mary. I'm sure everyone will be really happy to see me at work, though!
The time difference--Vietnam is 15 hours ahead--made for an early rise time, fine for the trip. You get a lot done by 11AM when you wake up at 430AM. But the the 3PM nap was a killer, because our bodies still thought it was midnight. So waking up at 5PM was like waking up at 2AM, and the first couple days were the roughest, as evidenced by this photo.
Which brings me to co-sleeping. It's very common in the Vietnamese culture to have your baby sleep with you. Well into his/her tweens. It's a powerfully addictive habit, much like black tar heroin. I won't go into how I know that to be true. But when we had Emmy, you may recall, The Good Doctor we wanted to follow some semblance of rules and establish routines, rituals, a right way to do things and part of that involved kicking Emmy out of our room and deleting the pacifier from her life at the age of 6 months, in part because I was still working nightside and waking her up at midnight and beyond when I came home from work. We also didn't want to raise a heroin addict.
But there was no way around co-sleeping on this two week trip. Not only do you not bring a carseat or stroller to Vietnam, you don't bring a portable crib either. It's called packing light, as in, ONE pair of size 15 shoes. But someone didn't get that memo.
Things we learned from sleeping with Emmy:
--She talks in her sleep. Like the one time it was early in the morning and we were both awake, watching her, and she said, "Apple!" clear as day, and kept right on sleeping. We have never silently laughed harder at 6 in the morning.
--She kicks a LOT when falling asleep. And somehow her feet are always pointed right at my torso so I bear the brunt of Baby Ronaldo's corner kicks to the gut. First she kicked from the inside, now the outside takes a bruising.
--She ends up upside down with her toes in our noses by morning. The Good Doctor kept waking up one morning to a tickling feeling until, on the third tickle, he opened his eyes and saw her tiny big toe barely grazing his nostril every time he exhaled. Which is probably another reason she ended up upside down. No one wants that kind of heavy breathing on their delicate face.
--Naps happened wherever whenever during this trip. We'd just find the nearest air conditioned spot and take a break if she fell asleep and we weren't en route to something specific. This is one of many pit stops along the trip. It may be the first time the orange pillows at the Saigon Sheraton were configured into a light-shielding fort. We made a lot of jokes about doing "The Amazing Race: Baby Edition" and how naps, feedings, and diaper changes could really put a damper on your team's standing.