Las Vegas baby

My little traveler,

I had to fly to Las Vegas for work, and you, my little Echo, is still nursing. So you came along, and so did Nine Roza, to take care of you. You spent the day at the Venetian, strolling along the casinos - not gambling though -

and Venice themed halls with

 high end shops along canals, and blue Mediterranean sky - indoors. You and nine explored while I worked, so at break time, you two took me to a place worth seeing - the Grand Canal Walk. We sat at the piazza and had gelato and coffee, overlooking the canal, as the gondola men sang. The coffee was drip, the gelato was anything else but. But we were together, and you were happy, and that's all that mattered.

At feeding times I ran down long corridors to meet you at the same spot each meal. Feeding you was tough. You were fascinated by the crowd, colors and sounds, and did not want to tuck your head and nurse. Since we had only a few minutes before I had to go back to work, Nine and I were nervous, worried about the wait time until the next feeding.

Most of the time things worked out. The second night no one was in the room when I came back. I called Nine, but her phone rang in the room. Where can they be, I thought, worried, telling myself there is nothing to worry about. I ran down the hallway - that's what I did most during the Vegas trip - took the elevator down and zoomed to the big lobby, eyes, browsing left, right, far and near, until I spotted the green stroller and Nine, pushing it back and forth, so you calm down. Turns out you had a crying fit. Hunger maybe? We went upstairs to nurse, and you were jolly as a clam, awake, with no intent to sleep.

I was glad and relieved when all was over, and it was time to head to the airport. We were lucky and I was thankful that Nine was there with her patience, love, and dedication.

Love,
Mommy