Four months ago…from Yerevan to Seattle
Four months ago…
Big Papa and I awoke in Yerevan, Armenia. It was 3:30 a.m. Outside our window, the moon was full.
The water in our apartment wasn’t working, so we weren’t able to take showers. Or make coffee.
We woke up Baby Bird at 4:30 and headed to the airport. At 6:30 a.m. we boarded a five-hour flight to London.
Baby Bird was recovering from chicken pox and the flu. And Big Papa and I were also sick with the flu. Thankfully, Baby Bird slept for most of the flight.
Then we spent five hours at Heathrow waiting for our connecting flight to Seattle. The airport was very hot. But they had a great play area, bangers and mash. And coffee.
We boarded our flight to Seattle. Baby Bird did not want to sleep. In fact, she did not want to be on that plane. At all.
Big Papa walked up and down the aisle. Up and down; up and down. And she finally fell asleep. We were thankful the woman in the seat next to us was a nanny.
Around 5:00 p.m. Pacific Time, after a ten hour flight, we landed at Sea-Tac Airport. It was April 8, Easter Sunday.
We waited an hour to get through immigration, with our baby, who needed a diaper change and had just spit up. Finally we were able to leave, and we took a taxi home with our new U.S. citizen!
Big Papa and I had been up for 36 hours. We traveled over 6,000 miles. I was so sick I had completely lost my voice.
I’ve never seen a sight so lovely as the front door of our house. There’s no place like home.
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So happy for you guys and excited to meet her in person.
And you will…soon!
Something about those travels home does stay burnt in your soul. Everyone has a story to share from that experience. My mom who traveled home with us when we brought Emilia from Bulgaria and also had Rex in tow says she will never get the image out of her mind when we stood at the Cincinnati airport, waiting for the shuttle bus. I had Emilia in a carrier and she was like a little pile of misery as we say in Germany. My mom says she can see it like it was yesterday that I was talking to Emilia, both of us in that completely exhausted state, promising her that everything would be okay now and that she’d made it.
A little pile of misery. I think I need to add that expression to my vocabulary!