I was so stressed from getting everything ready that I ended up with a huge migraine. I was truly afraid that I was going to throw up on the way to the airport and struggled not to ask David to pull over.
I can fly standby on Continental Airlines, but because we had to be there and Delta could get us there first, we flew with them. Their customer service from beginning to end was outstanding. We flew to Denver - 2 hour layover - then to Atlanta - 3 hour layover - and finally to Roanoke. All together it was 13 hours of traveling, time enough to have gone to Europe and back. Our first flight was very bumpy and I wondered if we'd be a tragedy on the news, "Hopeful family dies in plane crash on their way to pick up little adopted baby." I know it's morbid, but sometimes, actually often, my mind works this way.
Traveling for such a long period of time allowed me to think too much. I realized that I hadn't colored my hair and my gray roots were about two inches long. What if the birth mother saw that and thought I was too old? I noticed that Baylie's fingernails hadn't been trimmed recently. Not only were they long, there was dirt under them! What if the birthmother thought I didn't take good care of the child I already had?
I also found myself thinking about Baylie's birthmom and wondering what her flight had been like. Had she been nervous, scared, was there turbulence? I know she was alone and my heart went out to her as it often does.
We finally arrived in Roanoke at 11 a.m. We changed clothes in the airport bathroom and went to pick up our rental car. It was a small two-door. There was no way our luggage, two car seats and a stroller were going to fit. We were already stressed about making it to the hospital, but knew we had to get a bigger car. We drove straight to the hospital and arrived a little after noon.
I can fly standby on Continental Airlines, but because we had to be there and Delta could get us there first, we flew with them. Their customer service from beginning to end was outstanding. We flew to Denver - 2 hour layover - then to Atlanta - 3 hour layover - and finally to Roanoke. All together it was 13 hours of traveling, time enough to have gone to Europe and back. Our first flight was very bumpy and I wondered if we'd be a tragedy on the news, "Hopeful family dies in plane crash on their way to pick up little adopted baby." I know it's morbid, but sometimes, actually often, my mind works this way.
Traveling for such a long period of time allowed me to think too much. I realized that I hadn't colored my hair and my gray roots were about two inches long. What if the birth mother saw that and thought I was too old? I noticed that Baylie's fingernails hadn't been trimmed recently. Not only were they long, there was dirt under them! What if the birthmother thought I didn't take good care of the child I already had?
I also found myself thinking about Baylie's birthmom and wondering what her flight had been like. Had she been nervous, scared, was there turbulence? I know she was alone and my heart went out to her as it often does.
We finally arrived in Roanoke at 11 a.m. We changed clothes in the airport bathroom and went to pick up our rental car. It was a small two-door. There was no way our luggage, two car seats and a stroller were going to fit. We were already stressed about making it to the hospital, but knew we had to get a bigger car. We drove straight to the hospital and arrived a little after noon.
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That's insane! I'm sure it was the longest 13 hours of your life.
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