And just like that, in a place Chris and I didn’t get even one bite, the baby got eaten alive while she slept overnight. To put it lightly, it was a fucking massacre. I’m talking 30+ bites and welts on her face, neck and hands, basically anywhere her full body Jammie didn’t cover. The Burmese doctor we saw in Bagan said it was a flea, Chris thought it was a hungry mosquito and my bet was on some mutant mixture straight out of a Marvel movie. Luckily, besides looking like she had leprosy, she was no worse for the wear and seemed totally unaffected. Some antihistamine syrup at night and fresh aloe goo during the day seemed to bring the welts down from patient zero levels over the course of a week. Of course, the normal “you’re brave to travel with a baby” comments from strangers quickly turned into side eyes screaming, “you’re totally an irresponsible parent”. But, realistically, I figured that transition was inevitable at some point anyway!