Dear Frbro Family,
As promised here is the story of my trip.
Flying is always an issue when being disabled is part of the equation. Brother and I set off early on Saturday for the airport. A 2 hour drive. Upon arriving I was told there were delays due to fog in Frisco. Ah, the first stress. Now I love to fly so the excitement is also a form of stress. I took my little blue mellow pill and prepared for a very long day.
I missed my connecting flight. It left 20 minutes before I landed. So now to hang out in the airport for 5 hours waiting for the next flight. I put my baggage in my wheelchair and goofed around. I sat outside listening to the enormous sounds of huge engines and watching the people go by. So many colors and accents. Delightful. I had fun hanging around waiting.
At last my plane was ready. Now from Sac to Frisco I flew in a 50 passenger, twin engine prop driven plane. This next plane was the same only a 30 passenger and much smaller. Little planes are my favorite.
Now to the fun part. Even tho I was pooped out and feeling bits of pain, my excitement about seeing my daughter and meeting my grandson chased all the fibro goodies away.
So, while I sat outside the airport waiting for her she was sitting inside the airport waiting for me. Finally I found her. There she was, with baby Gavin. My eyes filled up with tears and my heart was captured by those tiny deep blue eyes. Olive skin so soft and new. Dark hair with a widows peak just like his mommy.
It was such an honor to serve my daughter and grandson during this time of bonding. For the first week I concentrated on cooking the dinners and cleaning. Cleaning was hard as my daughter is a lighting housekeeper. She amazes me. It was hard to find things that needed cleaning so I focused on the dishes, caring for the kitties, and little bits of holding Gavin.
The second week my daughter was pumping her milk so I got to feed my grandson and of course change those poopy diapers. Funny how I can't clean a toilet without gagging yet I can clean up a pile of yellow poop, no sweat. Giggle!
Gavin is a quiet baby. Even tempered and very curious. He is now able to make eye contact and hold it. Gazing into those eyes, so pure, clean and new, was like gazing into the eye of the universe. For some reason he fell in love with sucking on my chin. Daughter and I would crack up as he searched out my chin to suckle. He went for my breast one time only it was much lower than his mommies so he never found it. Another moment of absolute laughter till we had sore tummies.
I am most impressed with daughters boyfriend. I like his energy. He came home for lunch most every day and after giving daughter a kiss would sweep his son into his arms and head outside to do some yard work. Baby in arms he would water and pull weeds and rake. I asked him for an energy transfusion. This man works 2 jobs, keeps an immaculate yard, is very involved with his 13 year old sons sports and schooling, spends almost every moment at home with baby, changing diapers, feeding, burping, and loving.
A woman knows when a man is in love. This man is in love with my daughter. Blessings come.
There was a bit of stress when daughters dad called. Remember IT? Also a bit more stress with daughters brother, IT junior. He does not claim me, in fact he hates me. It's cool. I don't mind. At least he brought over my grandsons so I could swim and play with them. Even let them spend the night. He will be moving up this way with his sons to live with his dad, IT.
As I predicted IT has moved the cousin in to live in love forever. Blessings to them both.
This garbage did eat at my reserve energy. I had to go outside and the worst headache came. Loving my daughter means I will continue to be exposed to the chaos of IT. However, I am out of the loop! Blessed freedom. So I listened to daughter dump her sadness. I had no answers for her. There are none. On the day I came home she went to Sac for a family get together. Her dad, IT, brought his new love with him. Daughter is not impressed. How sad for her. So hard when a parent picks a partner you do not like.
The trip home was very exciting. Lot's of wind so the plane dipped and leapt, was pushed this way and that. I loved every minute of the flight
The airline did not provide me with a wheelchair in Sac so I chose to walk and lug my baggage first down the steps from the plane then across the field and up 25 stairs. I won't be flying with them again. An employee actually watched me from the top of the stairs and did not offer any help until I got to the top three steps. I was kind, but I did tell her I would not be flying with them again.
My other daughter picked me up for the drive home. She saw the whole thing thru the windows and begged me to let her go rip that employee apart. I said no.
All in all I had a wonderful time. Baby is adorable. Daughter is a good mommy. I watched the bonding happen. Such magic. Daughter told me several times how much safer she felt having me there. She says she lives too far away. I agree! There were moments when she would come to me, hugging me and crying. Sometimes crying out her fears. Other moments of tears mixed with love words. She was not ready for me to go home. It is an honor and a gift to be loved.
Was it worth all the pain I now feel? Yes. I am beginning another cycle of myofacial inflammation. Wonder where it will decide to land this time? Also a Fibromyalgia flare is dancing in the ballroom of my body. Within my mind there are images of baby in my arms. I hear the sound of my voice speaking the words I want to impress within this new mind. I feel the warm soft body of a baby next to my chest and I breath in pure breaths of joy. I hear the many conversations with daughter. All the words an elder woman must pass on to her daughter. A gifting over of the wisdom of age.
I will start physical therapy again the end of the month. For now planting bulbs and pruning trees will keep me limber. HA!
My love to you all. I missed you and thought of you often. Many times I felt the energy of your thoughts. Thank you for visiting me within.