So after a really fun Christmas Eve and late night packing, we left the Shifu at 5am on Christmas Day to start the very long journey home. Door to door it was about 28 hours of travel. Leaving China with a new family member is always sad and happy for us. It breaks my heart to think about what had to happen to this little perfect baby in order for her to be ours. But I know that given her circumstances, becoming our daughter is the best thing that could have happened. Especially for us. We are the lucky ones.
|Christmas breakfast at Hong Kong airport Tsui Wah.|
|Do not be fooled and think that the entire plane ride was this peaceful.|
Or, that even 10% of the entire plane ride was this peaceful.
The first flight while long (13+ hours) went reasonably well. The big girls slept on and off and were able to be entertained with videos. The baby, on the other hand, was able to be entertained by...nothing. Wriggling and wrestling me for hours on end was about it.
|The Christmas Feast at 38,000 feet!|
|Snacks, snacks, and more snacks.|
|Christmas dinner part deux--McDonalds at O'Hare.|
We were all feeling pretty beaten down at this point.
The last leg of our journey probably felt the longest. We were all so tired we felt crazed. The kids were inconsolable. Patrick was still feeling crummy from the end of his latest illness, and I was getting sicker by the minute with Frannie's bronchitis. With my ears feeling like ice picks being stabbed in them, we descended into Boston's Logan International Airport and I had the same twinge in my stomach I've felt twice before. This is it. Here we are. I can see the Pru. There's Boston Harbor. Those are the streets we walk on when we go into the city. The city we love is the same, but we are returning different. And I feel scared. Nervous that I am enough mother for this little person who deserves the very best. Worried for her health. Anxious about her tiny heart as it heals. But we are not only different...we are better. Better for what we have experienced. Better because our hearts are fuller than ever with love for these three girls. "Welcome to Boston. The local time is..." And before I know it we make that surreal walk through the airport +1, our weary selves are greeted by our family and we are home.
|Impromptu late night Christmas Dinner redux. This time with *real* food|
courtesy of my mother and sister! We have another meatball lover!