Baby O, a friend of mine & I head to the Little Rock airport to fly out for a “there & back again trip” to California to go to a cousin’s wedding. This is about how it went:
First time I have to fly since becoming a mother. Nervous like crazy.
Bomb threat Thursday. First one the LR airport has ever had. Of course it is.
Airport is closed for two hours, which gives us a two hour delay. Finally arrive to Houston. More delays. Thank you Hurricane Sandy.
Get on plane in Houston. The baby is asleep. Hasn’t made a peep on either flight. Jerks next to us let friend & me know they hate my baby just for existing. I’m condemning them to hell in my head.
Baby rolls over in sleep. This small sound makes jerk #1 next to us plug her ears & groan out loud. Of course she does.
Get to baggage claim. Run into the baby hating jerks. They continue to discuss how much they hate my did not make a single noise, slept the entire time on the plane baby.
It’s 12:30 AM, we are two single women with a baby at the LAX airport. Our rental car company shuttle is no where to be found. Turns out our company is closed. Of course it is.
Find a company that will give us a car.
2:00 AM we start heading to our final destination two hours away.
Get to hotel. Sleep terribly.
Friday morning. Wedding day!
Get to see a cousin getting ready for wedding.
Make it to wedding (barely.)
See a beautiful bride. A handsome husband. Gorgeous wedding. Glowing. Happy. Bliss. So wonderful to be there.
Get to see my Grandfather’s side of the family. They are wonderful. I love them, wish I could see them more.
Leave wedding. Baby goes to bed.
Up on Saturday. Get to see the bride & groom for brunch. Woo hoo!
Leave brunch. Buckle baby in car seat. Go to see the bride & groom’s house while they pack.
Two hours later, start looking for phone. Realize phone was on top of rental car as I was leaving brunch. Of course it was.
Go out to eat. Baby burns hand on hot fajita plate. Baby flips. I take baby to the car. We both sit in the back seat of the car & cry together. I’m in total “Let’s just go home mode.”
Flight home easy. Baby sleeps. Everyone on plane compliments me on how wonderful the baby is. All I could think was, “I love the south. I love my home sweet home.”
I am beyond glad that I was able to be there to see my cousin get married AND I would do it all over again. I am so happy I was able to see my family. I am so grateful that my friend went with me (I’m pretty sure she’s never going to have children after seeing how hard it is.) It was a good learning experience for me, as easy as Baby O’s personality is, the next time I go to Cali I’m going for a solid week, with Todd, & no kids (it just wasn’t an option for us this time.) That way maybe I can actually enjoy spending time with my cousin & her husband, instead of having to focus all my energy on taking care of a kiddo.