Airport Journey

We started before the children were awake.

Nathan woke me at 530, and I climbed in the shower while he dealt with one child who accidentally pooped in his pants, and Barrett who had gotten in the kitchen to steal food again – this time spreading chicken curry and rice all over the kitchen and guest bathroom, plus a half eaten Apple, a peanut butter sandwich made of tortillas, my packed lunch for the airport, and some baby food. He isn’t hungry and doesn’t actually eat the food. He just steals it and spills it, as if he is only three and doesn’t understand food as a precious commodity measured out in meals for the weekend now ruined.

The baby had eaten just before Nathan woke me, because he is a kind husband and wanted me to sleep another half hour, so it was easy to get her up and get her back to sleep in the car and through security.

I left the schoolwork for the children, and cried when I kissed Nathan goodbye.


We are not in crisis this time, though, and hope that this trip will prevent further crises.

It was a beautiful drive.


Nathan and I had talked about how I would get our luggage and the baby and the stroller all by myself, but just as I parked a complimentary no-tips-allowed shuttle pulled up right behind me, and drove us all the way to the check-in desk!

Getting rid of our big bag was easy, then, though I still had my carry-on with meds and chargers and the diaper bag hanging from the mommy hooks.  Security is extra high for some reason, so both the baby and I got an entire detailed pat-down. They let us through, though, so I got her diaper changed and a cup ready for the plane.


It was still easier than carrying her tiny self and our stuff last time we were flying together!


I left her in the stroller playing while we waited, so that our lap time on the plane would be easier.

Turns out, our plane time was super easy!


Like before, I waited to feed her until we were taking off, and she had a little nap then:


When she woke, she played happily with our very kind seat neighbor, whose daughter took oboe lessons from Ingrid, who has a deaf daughter and plays in the symphony with Nathan!


We talked about Salt Lake, and the temple, and our gathering family.

I am so glad we are sealed together, most of us so far, even if change is hard for our kids, and a disappearing mom always being a trigger for them, so most of them having a hard day back home so far. Pray for Nathan! He is doing great, but so far there are only two kids left who qualify to still go to the ballet tonight! Sigh.

We had plenty of time after landing to change her diaper again, get the next cup ready, and get mama some lunch.  I was so excited to find squash soup, which I love, but they were out! I did find some chicken, so that was yummy.

And she got time to play!


Naturally, it was today – in the gross airport – that she decided she can crawl, after all.

She played so hard! I was able to rest, and to eat, and to wave to Aunt Alicia, and to get her changed again before she fell asleep (the baby, not Aunt Alicia). I even changed her onesie, not because she was dirty but because of the crawling on the floor.  And the drool.  So much drool, when a little one can’t swallow very well or move her tongue from drool position or close her mouth all the way because of distraction.  Now we are waiting for our next plane, and I have had good rest.  

I am glad she has had good rest, as well.


About Emily

I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints since 2009. I serve as a Chaplain, and work as a counselor. I got bilateral cochlear implants in 2010, but will always love sign language. I choose books over television, and organics over processed. Nothing is as close to flying as ballroom dancing - except maybe running, when in the solo mood. I would rather be outside than anywhere else, especially at the river riding my bike or kayaking. PhD in Marriage and Family Therapy, and currently doing a post-doc in Jewish Studies and an MDiv in Pastoral Counseling. The best thing about Emily World is that it's always an adventure, even if (not so) grammatically precise. The only thing better than writing is being married to a writer. Nathan Christensen and I were married in the Oklahoma City temple on 13 October 2012, and have since fostered more than eighty-five children. We have adopted the six who stayed, and are totally and completely and helplessly in love with our family. Nathan writes musical theater, including "Broadcast" (a musical history of the radio) and an adaption of Lois Lowry's "The Giver". He served his mission in South Korea, has taught song-writing in New York City public schools, and worked as a theater critic for a Tucson newspaper. This is not an official Web site of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

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