Home Sweet Home
We made it home late Saturday night. Again, nothing went according to plan. But we made it and honestly, that’s all either of us care about at this point.
First, our first flight was delayed. As we watched the updates all notifying us of further delays, we couldn’t help but wonder if we’d be able to catch our connecting flight or be stuck in yet another major USA city for a night. But, the good news is we made our connecting flight with just enough time to grab a Starbucks as we walked between gates (thankfully).
Second, our friends who were supposed to pick us up at the airport, with our Canadian car seat and a tiny snowsuit for Baby MPB couldn’t make it to the airport. As we donated our USA car seat before returning to Canada we absolutely needed someone with a car seat to pick us up to get Baby MPB home safely. And given the weather we needed a snow-suit (the one we brought with us was way too big for our little guy). So a cab really wasn’t an option. And, surprisingly and frustratingly, our back-up friends were also away. But, we called another friend who was just thrilled to pick us up and let Baby MPB borrow their infant car seat to get home. Our friend even brought one of their kids adorable little snow suits for him to stay warm. And, since they have a baby girl it was bright pink, which made me smile. But, I guess the cold Canadian winter was a bit of shock to Baby MPB as he screamed bloody murder when we walked out of the airport to take about 5 steps to our friends car.
Third, we had Canadian customs and immigration to worry about. I had submitted the Canadian forms weeks ago but had not heard anything back so I was pretty nervous about this part. I was once told is easier to bring an adopted child into Canada then a banana, but I just wasn’t convinced. Seriously, what if something went wrong? How in the world would we ever get it fixed? Could they send us back to the USA to deal with a possible error with the paperwork? Evidently because all our documentation was in order, even though no-one from immigration bothered to tell me that, it really was a breeze. We were through in a matter of minutes.
By the time we walked into our house, it was almost midnight. Our friend who picked-us up helped Mr. MPB carry all our bags inside as I tended to Baby MPB. Our friend took our first family photo together at home and stayed for a beer to visit and snuggle Baby MPB.
It is so nice to be home!
Yet, what struck me the most over the last few days is that I wasn’t at all excited to be home. Rather, I am simply relieved. I feel like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders and that we can finally start living. Our horrible agency is finally done insanely dictating our lives and we have our freedom back. And we have our son home. Life with an infant is crazy, but life with an infant in hotels with others dictating our every move was far less then ideal. But now, now the chaos is done!
Just being home seemed to give us some energy, which was very much needed as the flood of visitors started early Sunday morning. Family, friends and neighbours all dropped by throughout the day. As the visitors come through the door one thing became very evident to me, no-matter the differences I may have with some of my family, they love Baby MPB. And so, I starting taking a picture of every single person who visits and loves Baby MPB so that one day I can show him just how loved he was/is.
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