Opening Scene: Stephen, myself and Carter saying goodbye to my parents after a blissful week in Maine. The state motto is 'The Way Life Should Be'. As you can imagine, it was a hard goodbye after an awesome week. Here we stand, New Year's day with our stuff in hand and myself trying not to make eye contact with my mom. If I make contact then I start crying too. Since becoming a mom I cry A LOT sooooo I was basically staring a hole into the ground...anyways.
While at the ticket counter with our cute babe in tow (who wasn't feeling the best btw) I kept hearing quiet whispers of flight delays from fellow travelers. I asked the clerk if our plane was on time and if we were good to go. She said, 'you'll have to check it out at the gate'. Welllllllll, thank you very much for your assistance. I would love to check on our luggage and go through the strip search of security only to find out we are not flying out and have to call my parents to come get us...with a sick baby. Bless you.
We make it through security.
Which wasn't bad.
I am just dramatic at times.
The woman at the gate says we aren't going to make our flight but we can make it to Baltimore and spend the night there to catch a flight to KY the next morning. They'll even put us up in a nice hotel and give us airfare vouchers for our next flight. Sounded like a good idea at the time. Nice evening in Baltimore with my boys, grab dinner, hang out a free hotel...we agreed to this scheming woman's suggestion.
Delay to Baltimore.
Another delay.
And a third delay.
We finally were off to Baltimore after Carter had soaked the airport with vomit. :)
Once we arrived we waited for our bags...for over an hour. At this point we are pushing midnight.
We waited for our shuttle in the freezing cold. As the second people in line we thought we had a secure seat. LIES. Once the shuttle arrived people poured out of the four corners of the earth just like a battle scene in Braveheart. We were so shocked by this we couldn't say anything. Sooooo we grabbed a taxi for our freezing selves and our sick bundle.
The driver didn't speak English.
He kept driving around an industrial area.
We thought we would be murdered just like the couple in Bone Collector.
To our surprise we arrived to the hotel in one piece.
It's well past midnight and we're about to go to bed when Carter loses his cookies all over me.
We didn't sleep.
Up early to catch out flight.
The bed is covered in diarrhea.
About to leave again with all our bags packed...
Surprise. More vomit.
I stifle a cry and change. Again.
We arrive at the airport only to see what looked to be a scene out of Exodus. Hundreds of people trying to cross through check-in into the promised land. Stephen said, "Well, we probably wont even make our flight.'
The heavens opened up and God said to us, "Let that burden go and check in curbside!!!" We were the second in line. Beautiful.
We made it to our gate only to sit beside 60 something year olds covered in Bob Marley colors with their guitars. All the while they are dancing. YES, DANCING. Their long natural hair flowing as they were really feeling the spirit. I am not sure what spirit. They kept motioning towards my sleeping babe in my arms like they were beckoning him. UMMMMM stay away from me and my baby you green leaf connoisseur.
Next we boarded and sat in our seats...Carter spewed everywhere when we were about to take off. All over Stephen and the bags under our seats. I was handed the babe only to have him finish what he had started on my husband. Sooooo here all of us sit COMPLETEPLY covered in vomit until we reached 34,000 feet.
It never felt so good to get in the car once we got to Louisville. :) We went STRAIGHT to the doctor to help our sweet child. He had a bad case of RSV and an ear infection.
All of this happened within 24 hours and honey, let me tell you, there are no tips or tricks when flying a sick baby and have delay after delay. YOU SIMPLY SURVIVE and try not to cry or hit anyone.Make sure you have baby Tylenol and some sort of rag/towel to clean up any bodily fluids.
Fist picture was us leaving for Maine and the second is us trying to get home..
This all took place on the first day of 2014 and you best believe I have hit my knees praying for this year. I wonder what God has in store and what he is trying to teach us with such a interesting first day. I get worked up easy these days and can have a nasty elementary kid's attitude sooooo I am going to work on it and hopefully pass the next 'attitude test'.
If I could give tips for a situation like this, I would advise to RELAX and roll with it. There were many parents who took their flight frustrations out on their children. RIDICULOUS. It's not the child's fault so act like an adult and get over it.
Keep calm and don't puke.
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