Arrived Safely -- But Nowhere NEAR Sanely
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Dearest Loyal Readers...or should I say...Dear Diary...since, who I am kidding? Who honestly wants to read this crap anyway? Well, other than me.
Dear Diary,
Today we flew home. Hunter in his car seat at the window, me in my MIDDLE seat (yuck!! what i sacrifice for this kid...), and Kingston kicking in my tummy.
It was the first and last time I plan on traveling alone with Hunter in a carseat while I am pregnant. To put it lightly, it TOTALLY bit it. Big time.
I submitted to the fact that my "heavy load" body couldn't juggle a 26lb 1-year old while 7-months preggy, toting an oversized car seat, diaper bag, purse, laptop bag, and baby-gear bag.
I actually asked for help (gasp!).
JetBlue arranged for a "meet & greet" attendant to take me to my gate in a wheelchair, free of charge. Some of you may be too proud for this type of display, but I knew I needed it after packing for a week and feeling like I permanently damaged something.
While it was helpful, they stood me up at the gate and I found myself juggling it all ANYWAY and installing my carseat in the plane by myself with Hunter jumping all over the seats and the bags dangling from my sides like saddlebags on a camel with an upside down hump. I am sure all the passengers enjoyed the view of my enlarged derriere as I hunched over the seat attempting to make it all work, heaving with each shallow preggy breath, hoping for some divine intervention to come along and rescue me. It never came. The flight was hell. Nuff said.
But the good news is after 2 hours of Hunter crying to get out of his car seat (while waking the 4-month old in the row in front of us), we landed and wheeled it back to luggage claim where my Father, and Savior, was waiting with a cart and my bags. Ahhh, the light at the end of the tunnel.
Florida is sunny, warm, fresh, and familiar.
I am relieved to have the past two weeks behind me -- though it hasn't sunken in that I am back in my hometown.
I spent the evening with my parents and my brother and his family, eating Persian home-cooked food, watching the kiddies play, and actually just sitting on the sofa for once and having someone else chase after my rambunctious child. Hunter discovered stairs for the first time and made it up the entire flight at my brother's house lickety-split.
Then I went to Mom & Dad's and we watched American Idol together. We did this the first season it was on as well so it felt rather nostalgic. We sat and critiqued all of the singers and my Dad agreed I should be a judge on the show and that little boost of confidence from my family is all I needed to feel like the world had been righted again. :)
Now I have some unpacking to do. As of tomorrow I am going to try and recover from all the physical labor I've put myself through the past 2 weeks and I'm going to tackle my to-do-list of finding new Drs, etc.
Some nice surprises were waiting for me when I arrived today -- gifts from my Baby Shower the WNY Mommies hosted. It touched me and yet again reminded me of the great friendships that we developed back in Jersey. I can't wait to call everyone, update them, and hear all the latest baby news. I read our blog tonight and felt like I was there in Justine's house listening to her tell me about Alexarya's latest food discovery. I am glad I have that little window into their lives still. It will help me feel like I never left and I like that.
Geez, I'm exhausted and rambling...my point is I did not have a "great flight" no matter how many people wished it for me -- but I survived it. And that's really all I can ask for -- because now I am here, where I belong, and it feels SO right!
Dear Diary,
Today we flew home. Hunter in his car seat at the window, me in my MIDDLE seat (yuck!! what i sacrifice for this kid...), and Kingston kicking in my tummy.
It was the first and last time I plan on traveling alone with Hunter in a carseat while I am pregnant. To put it lightly, it TOTALLY bit it. Big time.
I submitted to the fact that my "heavy load" body couldn't juggle a 26lb 1-year old while 7-months preggy, toting an oversized car seat, diaper bag, purse, laptop bag, and baby-gear bag.
I actually asked for help (gasp!).
JetBlue arranged for a "meet & greet" attendant to take me to my gate in a wheelchair, free of charge. Some of you may be too proud for this type of display, but I knew I needed it after packing for a week and feeling like I permanently damaged something.
While it was helpful, they stood me up at the gate and I found myself juggling it all ANYWAY and installing my carseat in the plane by myself with Hunter jumping all over the seats and the bags dangling from my sides like saddlebags on a camel with an upside down hump. I am sure all the passengers enjoyed the view of my enlarged derriere as I hunched over the seat attempting to make it all work, heaving with each shallow preggy breath, hoping for some divine intervention to come along and rescue me. It never came. The flight was hell. Nuff said.
But the good news is after 2 hours of Hunter crying to get out of his car seat (while waking the 4-month old in the row in front of us), we landed and wheeled it back to luggage claim where my Father, and Savior, was waiting with a cart and my bags. Ahhh, the light at the end of the tunnel.
Florida is sunny, warm, fresh, and familiar.
I am relieved to have the past two weeks behind me -- though it hasn't sunken in that I am back in my hometown.
I spent the evening with my parents and my brother and his family, eating Persian home-cooked food, watching the kiddies play, and actually just sitting on the sofa for once and having someone else chase after my rambunctious child. Hunter discovered stairs for the first time and made it up the entire flight at my brother's house lickety-split.
Then I went to Mom & Dad's and we watched American Idol together. We did this the first season it was on as well so it felt rather nostalgic. We sat and critiqued all of the singers and my Dad agreed I should be a judge on the show and that little boost of confidence from my family is all I needed to feel like the world had been righted again. :)
Now I have some unpacking to do. As of tomorrow I am going to try and recover from all the physical labor I've put myself through the past 2 weeks and I'm going to tackle my to-do-list of finding new Drs, etc.
Some nice surprises were waiting for me when I arrived today -- gifts from my Baby Shower the WNY Mommies hosted. It touched me and yet again reminded me of the great friendships that we developed back in Jersey. I can't wait to call everyone, update them, and hear all the latest baby news. I read our blog tonight and felt like I was there in Justine's house listening to her tell me about Alexarya's latest food discovery. I am glad I have that little window into their lives still. It will help me feel like I never left and I like that.
Geez, I'm exhausted and rambling...my point is I did not have a "great flight" no matter how many people wished it for me -- but I survived it. And that's really all I can ask for -- because now I am here, where I belong, and it feels SO right!
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