Truckin'

After 34 days of packing and 4 days of loading 2 trucks, we finally got on the road yesterday. We got a late start, and had lunch just before we got on the road. One hour later Quilla started to fuss a little and I figured she was just about to fall asleep for her afternoon nap. Then she started to WAIL. Of course I was in bumper-to-bumper traffic as I started to make my way across 4 lanes of traffic to the shoulder of the highway to check on her. Then she started gagging. I glanced over my shoulder to see her choking as she vomited like something out of a horror movie in the reflection of her mirror across from her rear facing car seat. I was terrified! I don't remember how I got over to the shoulder as fast as I did, but I'm certain that I am probably very lucky I did not cause an accident. I also called Raven who was following me in the 26 ft moving truck to scream the details of the situation to him. Before either of the trucks probably came to a full stop on the shoulder of the 15 freeway, my feet hit the pavement and I yanked Quilla out of the 5 point harness of her car seat.
Scary. Super scary.
I hate the rear-facing dealio! I know it's safer in an accident, but had it not been for the mirror I have facing her, I might not have gotten over in time to help her. Raven cleaned out the car seat while I got Quilla calmed down, stripped down to a diaper, and nursed her. My poor baby! The highway patrol came to "check on us", but once Raven mentioned baby barf, they felt quite assured that we had our situation under control and could handle it without further assistance. We're still not sure what made her sick. It could've been her lunch didn't agree with her, or motion sickness. All I know is that I'm thrilled that it seems to have been an isolated incident, and she has been perfectly fine since then.
So fine, in fact, that I am convinced my daughter is actually a little angel.
I feel that most people don't smile enough at one another. In a world where people are so skeptical of one another for being too nice, too cold, too loud, too quiet, too black, too white, too rich, too poor ... I sometimes feel that it is such an accomplishment to smile at a stranger and get one back in return.
Not anymore!
Quilla has the ability to turn even the greatest perma-stink-eye person into a smiling mushie puddle of Luva-luva! They can't help themselves! She is just too stinking cute, or has magical powers ... Or both! All I can say is that all of interstate HWY 40 must've gotten the memo that "behold the sun doth shine out of the wee babe Quilla's arse" because we have been gifted smiles by everyone all day long at every rest stop/truck stop we visit.
Sigh
She IS pretty fantastic. Quite the little charmer!

Well, this road trip is going super slow,  but we are having a good time ...  minus Quilla blowing chunks ... even if our motel tonight does smell like an unkept nursing home with an old smoking-friendly casino inside, and the only restaurant nearby is called the "Road Kill Cafe".