On busing and biohazards

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This morning, Bus Nerd and I realized that our entire Saturday was wide open—no birthday parties, family events, volunteer commitments, or pressing chores (OK, some pressing chores)—so we decided to take our nerds-in-training to the Science Center for a few hours. It had been a while since we’d gone (last time was November), and I’ve had four free passes burning a hole in my bus bag since last spring.

The morning started off well enough. The whole fam was packed and ready to go slightly early, so we got to spend a few minutes playing at the park while we waited for the 8. The bus was full but not crowded, and we were able to find three seats together in the front section. Nerd and I shared reading duties until somewhere around Miller CC, when a little old lady offered Chicklet a small bouquet of daisies.

In the final stretch of the ride, baby Busling, who had spent the early minutes hollering, “Daddy, read dat boot!” at Bus Nerd, became unusually subdued. He leaned his head back against me like he was about to go to sleep, but his eyes remained wide open. Somewhere on Denny, he burped.

I think you know what came next.

Folks, I’m no stranger to bus vomit (ahem), but today was the first time I become intimately acquainted with it.

I turned Busling’s body inward just in time to ensure that any of the regurgitation I wasn’t able to catch in my hands (oatmeal, take II–ew!) landed on my lap (and unfortunately, Chicklet’s) instead of the aisle and several of our fellow passengers’ knees. Then, Bus Nerd and I took advantage of our well-stocked-yet-lightly packed bus bag and ready-for-anything bus parenting skills and sprang into action. Here’s what we did:

1. Bus Nerd got out the baby wipes and used several to scoop Busling’s breakfast out of my hands.
2. I found the plastic bag I always carry with me* and dumped the foul wipes—as well as the jackets of the three of us who were vomited upon—in there.
3. Bus Nerd used more wipes to clean off the kids as best he could (and do a quick once-over on the seat, just in case), before it was time for us to get off.
4. At the Science Center, I took the kids into the bathroom and used (perhaps for the first time ever) both of their changes of clothes. (It had been so long since I packed them, Chicklet barely fit the pants that were in there for her.) I then threw away the icky wipes and added their dirty clothes to the (now quite foul) plastic bag.
5. Since I don’t carry a change of clothes for myself (after today, I might start), I washed off my jeans with a soapy paper towel. Then we all washed our hands.

As it turns out, Busling is not sick; he just suffered a bout of motion sickness. All of us managed to have a great time at the Science Center, foul plastic bag and all. We even enjoyed a spontaneous picnic lunch and some live music at the Bastille Day celebration near the fountain.

I’m hoping that the incident was just a fluke. As someone who suffered from motion sickness well into early adulthood, I wouldn’t wish that on my kid. And, as someone who is not particularly fond of being vomited upon, I wouldn’t wish it on myself. But, just in case, we made a point not to sit in the side-facing seats on the way home–and I kept a new plastic bag at the ready for the entire ride.

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*I don’t think I’ve discussed this enough. I couldn’t find a post–or even a paragraph–devoted to the plastic bag’s many uses. It’s coming soon, I promise.

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9 Responses to On busing and biohazards

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  2. BusChick says:

    I forgot to mention that he tortured us the whole way home. He started looking queasy shortly after we got on, and he kept saying, “Get off bus, Mama,” and “Uh oh. Vomit.” I held the bag about two inches from his face the whole way.

  3. Laurie says:

    Just had a similar incident on the ferry to Bainbridge with a baby cousin–luckily the ferry has a fully stocked bathroom, and the baby’s parents were fully stocked with wipes and plastic bags. My family had a great time taking the 10 to the ferry, and home again after an afternoon on the island.

  4. Jules says:

    I think with kids most people understand. I got off a 10 hr flight from Seattle to Paris only to have to board a no-seat bus with all my fellow passengers to ride to the terminal. It was hot and we were all gross from flying overnight. The family that had been in the row in front of me with three little ones, maybe under 7 was crowded around me on the bus sort of near the rear door. One of the little girls looked very hot and sweaty and the mom removed her fleece but the girl looked very peakish, mom asks girl “are you going to throw up?” Gave me an apologetic look and told me to step back just in case. Just in time dad grabbed the girl and stuck her face up in the top open section of the window (just like Metro) and pointed her out just as the airline strawberry yogurt did a take 2. It was gross but you couldn’t fault anyone for it, a standing bus ride in 80 degree weather post 10hr flight doesn’t do anyone justice on the tummy. Sounds like you guys were more than well prepared as always! I don’t have kiddos, but I completely understand the power of the plastic bag in my bus bag! (Great for not dripping wet umbrellas on the seat!)

    • BusChick says:

      Yikes! Poor thing.

      I threw up on a Metro bus (the 2), back in elementary school. Back then, they had the windows that slid open sideways, so I managed to get my face out the window in time. (The look on the face of the girl who happened to be passing by was priceless.) These days, it’s not so easy to do. Glad her dad was able to think fast.

  5. April says:

    I hope that your son will not have this issue his whole life. I am in my 20′s and still feel the effects of motion sickness from time to time. It’s worse when in small cars, or on bumpy or hilly roads.

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  8. Stephanie says:

    Oh man Carla. Now that’s quick thinking. Let hope the baby busser gets his bus-legs soon! :)