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Monday, November 12, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
One month anniversary
As I was putting Molly down to sleep this evening, I realized that we picked her up in Thai Nguyen exactly one month ago today.
It feels like we've had her forever, in some ways, and in others we are still trying to find balance in that ever sensitive mobile known as our family. The mobile as a trio was bound to change balance with the addition of another person. Change is inevitable and still it takes some getting used to.
So it seems especially for Max. He was a rockstar the entire time we were abroad and now that we are home, on his highness' TERRITORY, the "I'm so Excited to Have a Sister" song has changed to "I'm not really so sure anymore." Who is this baby and why do people ogle over her when all she does is lay there like a lump?
He is certainly acting out in all sorts of ways to get our attention and we are told this is perfectly normal. Just to be patient and ride it out. Give it 3 to 4 weeks and hopefully our mobile will have regained some sense of composure and balance.
But the minutes go by like hours. Poop on the bedroom wall once (which Max emphatically denies - first he blamed it on Tom and then the cat), the baby's monitor in the trash, being a little rough with the baby always with one doubtful eye cast up at me or Tom when he's doing it, being noisy when we ask him to be quiet and overall regressing to a baby has taken a great deal of patience from a parent's perspective. I wish I were as balanced, sane and wise as the Buddha so that I could hold Max's confusion and pain without reacting or getting impatient. But I'm not the Buddha. I'm a 42 year old mother doing the best I humanly can with aspirations of being all-loving and patient.
My summer reading list now includes "Siblings without Rivalry" and "How to Talk so kids will listen and how to listen so kids will talk" not to mention countless articles on the sibling topic. While searching for guidance on how to deal with this natural bump in the road, I've also found that the wound from my childhood experience (aka being dethroned and not particularly well) has re-opened. Fun stuff, huh?
I know Max will grow through this phase. Tom and I are trying to be exceedingly patient (perhaps too lenient?) and validate how he is and always will be very special to us. I'm trying to encourage his engineer-like, detailed mind to learn how to express his feelings. Not an easy thing for any of us to do and particularly when your world has been rocked upside down in the course of one afternoon outing. Of course it boggles my mind how the light of my life could even doubt his position in the world but he's been thrown a curve ball he didn't see coming.
The silver lining, I hope, is that we are learning new skills to promote self-expression in healthy ways, learning words and ways to communicate our feelings and re-learning that we are loved. All excellent skills to have and if I have given Max any tools for the-rest-of-his-life toolbox, I hope these are among the most important and serve him forever.
In all fairness, i can really see Max trying to do the right thing. Yesterday, he gave Molly a bottle and he takes great pride in showing off to others that he can hold his big sister all by himself. Tonite, he insisted on helping prepare her bottle and says he can carry her which is something we haven't let him do. Whenever he hears her cry, he says "Mommy, you better go get that baby" and occasinally I overhear him calling her various terms of endearment including sweet pea and little bug.
He also has adopted "Mia" (named after one of Molly's cribmates from the orphanage who we got to know well). Mia was given to him about two years ago and he has basically ignored this Asian doll made by Corelle ever since. Until just a few days ago when he rediscovered her in Molly's room. Since then, he walks around with her, feeding her, burping her and thanks to Gaga, he now has a stroller to push her around in. I was very hopeful that Mia might help with the adjustment period but then I think I've had to feed Mia more than he has (per his orders) and a recent influx of presents (all airplanes!!!) has distracted him from his own baby.
The good news is Molly is a dream baby. She's just great. Like, knock on wood, so far so good. She is a happy, adventurous and social little girl who loves to smile, giggle and blow raspberries. Oddly enough, she also really responds to age appropriate learning toys, loving their bright colors and silly noises. After a month of living with this precious little girl, Tom and I seem more convinced than ever that life in the orphanage was like living in a sensory deprivation tank for the first four months of her life - at best. She likes being held, she doesn't mind by whom, but she still doesn't like sitting in a car seat. (Not that I could blame her.) She has a very sweet disposition and tolerates Max's fumbling attempts at affection surprisingly well. She's a great eater (do not get in between her and her bottle at feeding time!) and being hungry is one of the few times she cries. I am in awe that she is so good at self-soothing and I can put her in her crib at naptime or bedtime and she puts herself to sleep. I love her so much and the fact that I really have a daughter, after so many years of wanting, wanting, still hasn't fully resonated in my pea brain.
What else is new? I miss our adventure. I miss the excitement of being abroad and the unexpected juiciness of each new day. I miss our new friends, who we bonded with in a super life changing event. I miss making new friends. I miss Cambodia. I miss the Grand Hotel D'Angkor in Siem Reap and I miss fresh spring rolls in Vietnam. I miss writing in my blog.
I do not miss the mildewy smelly towels at the Melia Hotel nor do I miss the oppressive heat. People kept asking me this past week - while we've been in the midst of a record-breaking heatwave - if it was this hot in Vietnam. They're surprised when I say hotter. I don't miss the pollution or crazy traffic in Hanoi but I do wish I had walked around Hoan Keim Lake more often than I did. I still have so much I want to write for future adoptive parents in Vietnam as the blogs and yahoo groups that precede me were so helpful. I felt like I had a clue of what was happening during our time in Vietnam while others, who didn't read blogs or join yahoo groups for families adopting from Vietnam, seemed basically clueless and as a result, extremely anxious. As time permits, I will try to update the blog with that information. But getting quiet, personal time to write seems to be a low priority these days.
Life is good. We are blessed. We leave for Fishers Island for two weeks which is a wonderful bonus b/c we weren't sure we were going to be able to get up there this year. My family of origin is celebrating a family reunion this week. We've got much to celebrate - my brother's engagement and two new babies to welcome into the family tree. It's late and soon Molly will be wanting her midnight snack so I will write more later.
It feels like we've had her forever, in some ways, and in others we are still trying to find balance in that ever sensitive mobile known as our family. The mobile as a trio was bound to change balance with the addition of another person. Change is inevitable and still it takes some getting used to.
So it seems especially for Max. He was a rockstar the entire time we were abroad and now that we are home, on his highness' TERRITORY, the "I'm so Excited to Have a Sister" song has changed to "I'm not really so sure anymore." Who is this baby and why do people ogle over her when all she does is lay there like a lump?
He is certainly acting out in all sorts of ways to get our attention and we are told this is perfectly normal. Just to be patient and ride it out. Give it 3 to 4 weeks and hopefully our mobile will have regained some sense of composure and balance.
But the minutes go by like hours. Poop on the bedroom wall once (which Max emphatically denies - first he blamed it on Tom and then the cat), the baby's monitor in the trash, being a little rough with the baby always with one doubtful eye cast up at me or Tom when he's doing it, being noisy when we ask him to be quiet and overall regressing to a baby has taken a great deal of patience from a parent's perspective. I wish I were as balanced, sane and wise as the Buddha so that I could hold Max's confusion and pain without reacting or getting impatient. But I'm not the Buddha. I'm a 42 year old mother doing the best I humanly can with aspirations of being all-loving and patient.
My summer reading list now includes "Siblings without Rivalry" and "How to Talk so kids will listen and how to listen so kids will talk" not to mention countless articles on the sibling topic. While searching for guidance on how to deal with this natural bump in the road, I've also found that the wound from my childhood experience (aka being dethroned and not particularly well) has re-opened. Fun stuff, huh?
I know Max will grow through this phase. Tom and I are trying to be exceedingly patient (perhaps too lenient?) and validate how he is and always will be very special to us. I'm trying to encourage his engineer-like, detailed mind to learn how to express his feelings. Not an easy thing for any of us to do and particularly when your world has been rocked upside down in the course of one afternoon outing. Of course it boggles my mind how the light of my life could even doubt his position in the world but he's been thrown a curve ball he didn't see coming.
The silver lining, I hope, is that we are learning new skills to promote self-expression in healthy ways, learning words and ways to communicate our feelings and re-learning that we are loved. All excellent skills to have and if I have given Max any tools for the-rest-of-his-life toolbox, I hope these are among the most important and serve him forever.
In all fairness, i can really see Max trying to do the right thing. Yesterday, he gave Molly a bottle and he takes great pride in showing off to others that he can hold his big sister all by himself. Tonite, he insisted on helping prepare her bottle and says he can carry her which is something we haven't let him do. Whenever he hears her cry, he says "Mommy, you better go get that baby" and occasinally I overhear him calling her various terms of endearment including sweet pea and little bug.
He also has adopted "Mia" (named after one of Molly's cribmates from the orphanage who we got to know well). Mia was given to him about two years ago and he has basically ignored this Asian doll made by Corelle ever since. Until just a few days ago when he rediscovered her in Molly's room. Since then, he walks around with her, feeding her, burping her and thanks to Gaga, he now has a stroller to push her around in. I was very hopeful that Mia might help with the adjustment period but then I think I've had to feed Mia more than he has (per his orders) and a recent influx of presents (all airplanes!!!) has distracted him from his own baby.
The good news is Molly is a dream baby. She's just great. Like, knock on wood, so far so good. She is a happy, adventurous and social little girl who loves to smile, giggle and blow raspberries. Oddly enough, she also really responds to age appropriate learning toys, loving their bright colors and silly noises. After a month of living with this precious little girl, Tom and I seem more convinced than ever that life in the orphanage was like living in a sensory deprivation tank for the first four months of her life - at best. She likes being held, she doesn't mind by whom, but she still doesn't like sitting in a car seat. (Not that I could blame her.) She has a very sweet disposition and tolerates Max's fumbling attempts at affection surprisingly well. She's a great eater (do not get in between her and her bottle at feeding time!) and being hungry is one of the few times she cries. I am in awe that she is so good at self-soothing and I can put her in her crib at naptime or bedtime and she puts herself to sleep. I love her so much and the fact that I really have a daughter, after so many years of wanting, wanting, still hasn't fully resonated in my pea brain.
What else is new? I miss our adventure. I miss the excitement of being abroad and the unexpected juiciness of each new day. I miss our new friends, who we bonded with in a super life changing event. I miss making new friends. I miss Cambodia. I miss the Grand Hotel D'Angkor in Siem Reap and I miss fresh spring rolls in Vietnam. I miss writing in my blog.
I do not miss the mildewy smelly towels at the Melia Hotel nor do I miss the oppressive heat. People kept asking me this past week - while we've been in the midst of a record-breaking heatwave - if it was this hot in Vietnam. They're surprised when I say hotter. I don't miss the pollution or crazy traffic in Hanoi but I do wish I had walked around Hoan Keim Lake more often than I did. I still have so much I want to write for future adoptive parents in Vietnam as the blogs and yahoo groups that precede me were so helpful. I felt like I had a clue of what was happening during our time in Vietnam while others, who didn't read blogs or join yahoo groups for families adopting from Vietnam, seemed basically clueless and as a result, extremely anxious. As time permits, I will try to update the blog with that information. But getting quiet, personal time to write seems to be a low priority these days.
Life is good. We are blessed. We leave for Fishers Island for two weeks which is a wonderful bonus b/c we weren't sure we were going to be able to get up there this year. My family of origin is celebrating a family reunion this week. We've got much to celebrate - my brother's engagement and two new babies to welcome into the family tree. It's late and soon Molly will be wanting her midnight snack so I will write more later.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Rabbit, rabbit
Happy August!
We've been home five days (four nights) and we are slowly starting to morph into the timezone we once knew here. We've given ourselves lots of space and little obligations this week so that we could gently ease into life at home as a quartet. I feel so lucky that we can do that! That neither Tom or I have to rush off to work this week but can just have this space to to move into this new and exciting chapter of our lives.
Picking up Molly in Hanoi in July was blistering hot and humid like this Eastern Shore girl has never seen before BUT it was divine timing. We basically have the summer off from work and school responsibilities so it was perfectly timed. Molly is swinging in her swing (thanks Jack for the loan!), sucking her thumb, waking up every few minutes to smile at me and then go back to her cat nap. It just occurred to me that it's almost like shes's always been here and I have distant memories of what it was like when we were a trio.
We've been waiting for her for a long time and I will say that we all agree, hands down, that she was worth the wait. And, as you will often here in adoption circles, she is just the baby who is supposed to be in our lives. There are times in the adoption process that I wanted a baby so bad and RIGHT NOW. But, like with Max, if that had happened that way, well then we wouldn't have Molly. It works just as it is supposed to work, whether we understand it or not.
So, by and large, it's nice to be home. Max got up at 3:30 in the morning the first two nights home to play with his toys. He was so happy to be re-united with his "things." I had woken up at 5:30 a.m. to find all the lights on downstairs and he was on the sunporch happily playing with his cars and planes. "I didn't want to wake you up, Mommy," he said, eating his second package of peanut butter crackers. "I wanted to let you and Daddy sleep."
He seems to be finding his independence since we've returned. He does more things that he can do for himself and it's nice to see him growing up. Maybe he was this way before we left and I only notice it more now with Molly because we have to do everything for her. While I'm excited Max is more independent and ultimately what every parent wishes for their children, I also have a tad bit of grief. What do you mean he thinks he can walk out to the garden by himself to pick tomatoes? Can he really do that without me? Isn't he going to need me forever? What about all of the cuddles and hugs that nourish me as much as him? What will happen to them?
I know I'm just rambling. As if this entire blog hasn't been one long ramble. There's so much that I've wanted to write and say, to document for me and my family as well as to inform my fellow adoptive parents who are soon on their way to Vietnam themselves. If you're an adoptive parent and have any questions, feel free to email me because there's no guarantee that I'm going to have time to address all that I want to say. Plus, some discussions are better left privately.
It's wonderful to be in our home. Our friend Dawn did a great job housesitting and in the course of her spiritual work, infused our home with great energy. We were bummed to come home Saturday afternoon to find the second floor air-conditioning system broken but an emergency call to our repairman had it fixed by Monday afternoon. In the meantime, we played "Hotel" all sleeping together in Molly's room, thanks to a window unit lent to us by our neighbors.
My garden has survived the summer drought and my absence though there were a few casualties. The stewartia pseudocamelia and the chionanthus virginicus both took it hard, so hard that they are both dead. But they were new installations that needed a lot of TLC which I didn't have to offer while we were gone.
As for the stacks of mail, we have yet to attack them. I have sorted through the trash mail and popped those pieces in the recycling bin. Catalogs, magazines, bills, and general correspondence are all in neat piles though I have yet to open them. That's a fun project for later today.
The truth is in this weary jetlag phase, I'm not sure where I really am or where I really want to be. My body is most definitely here in Tunis Mills but my mind is mostly still in Vietnam. I long for fresh spring rolls - I ate them nearly every day - and fresh mango juice. All the shopping I did in Hanoi seems to look like nothing short of a small anthill when spread out on my office floor. And here I thought I had gotten so much. I thought I finished my Christmas shopping for the year but not so. I could have done so much more! I miss the unbelievable plethora of dining options in Hanoi. From Vietnamese, western, French, Italian, Indian, Chinese, Thai, Japanese, Korean. You name it, they had it. I miss the busyness and commotion on the streets. Indeed, it was annoying walking down the street in Hanoi because there were so many people, some rushing, some sitting on plastic stools enjoying tea, some leaning against motorbikes slurping on ice creams, others plying fresh produce, stinky fish and cheap flowers. Yet, as bothersome as it was - especially with a stroller! - life was happening right there on the streets. The Vietnamese live outside. It all hangs out. They eat, drink, nap, work, play checkers, smoke waterpipes, sell cigarettes individually, all right there on the street.
Back here in small town life USA, no one is on the streets except the occasional passerby. It's rather lonely and ghostly. Where is everyone? How come people here don't interact as intimately as over there? Everyone drives so safely and politely here. (I'm not complaining at all about that!) It's just a different rhythm to get used to where in Vietnam it was every man for himself on his bike, cyclo, motorbike, car or bus. It was the first thing Max noticed when we left Dulles airport. The roads are so much bigger and calmer. No one is pulling hysteronic feats of foolishness to overtake another vehicle. No horns blaring, simply to announce one's presence.
I'm not saying one place is better than another. They both have their merits and both have their pitfalls. What I suppose I'm trying to say is that there's a big gear change in the pace of life we were just living to the one we are now in. I suppose it's also culture shock, a sensation I've only ever experienced on the re-entry leg of my travels.
I leave Vietnam with the precioius, gentle daughter of my dreams. I leave having shared such an intimate and unbelievable experience with my husband and my son, both of whom I love more than ever for sharing this journey with me. Sharing it with enthusiasm, flexibility and curiosity. I leave knowing we will back. Yes, we will go back to Asia again to let our children visit the countries of their birth, their respective homelands. But, in all truth, we will go back because we passionately lust to explore more of Asia and want to see and do more. Burma, Laos and Bhutan are high on our lists.
And of course, Cambodia calls us both. As I told my Mom the other day, if I were at a different place in my life right now and a different time (i.e. not a parent of an infant and a toddler), I wouldn't have come home just yet. I would have stayed in Cambodia and just plopped right into the beautiful wave of humanitarian helping and philanthropy for a people who so desperately need it, deserve it and want it.
Here's to another day of fuzzy-headedness floating in a surreality. A little more cocculus (great homeopathic remedy for jet lag!) and time and we'll be good to go in no time. Tom's really itching to go. He's got Police tix for the Madison Square Garden show on Friday night... Not sure I'm up for the four hour jaunt to New York just yet. Sting can wait, in my books, but the doors of Bonpoint, Bergdorfs and Best & Co. are calling........ Afterall, I do have a little girl to shop for now!
We've been home five days (four nights) and we are slowly starting to morph into the timezone we once knew here. We've given ourselves lots of space and little obligations this week so that we could gently ease into life at home as a quartet. I feel so lucky that we can do that! That neither Tom or I have to rush off to work this week but can just have this space to to move into this new and exciting chapter of our lives.
Picking up Molly in Hanoi in July was blistering hot and humid like this Eastern Shore girl has never seen before BUT it was divine timing. We basically have the summer off from work and school responsibilities so it was perfectly timed. Molly is swinging in her swing (thanks Jack for the loan!), sucking her thumb, waking up every few minutes to smile at me and then go back to her cat nap. It just occurred to me that it's almost like shes's always been here and I have distant memories of what it was like when we were a trio.
We've been waiting for her for a long time and I will say that we all agree, hands down, that she was worth the wait. And, as you will often here in adoption circles, she is just the baby who is supposed to be in our lives. There are times in the adoption process that I wanted a baby so bad and RIGHT NOW. But, like with Max, if that had happened that way, well then we wouldn't have Molly. It works just as it is supposed to work, whether we understand it or not.
So, by and large, it's nice to be home. Max got up at 3:30 in the morning the first two nights home to play with his toys. He was so happy to be re-united with his "things." I had woken up at 5:30 a.m. to find all the lights on downstairs and he was on the sunporch happily playing with his cars and planes. "I didn't want to wake you up, Mommy," he said, eating his second package of peanut butter crackers. "I wanted to let you and Daddy sleep."
He seems to be finding his independence since we've returned. He does more things that he can do for himself and it's nice to see him growing up. Maybe he was this way before we left and I only notice it more now with Molly because we have to do everything for her. While I'm excited Max is more independent and ultimately what every parent wishes for their children, I also have a tad bit of grief. What do you mean he thinks he can walk out to the garden by himself to pick tomatoes? Can he really do that without me? Isn't he going to need me forever? What about all of the cuddles and hugs that nourish me as much as him? What will happen to them?
I know I'm just rambling. As if this entire blog hasn't been one long ramble. There's so much that I've wanted to write and say, to document for me and my family as well as to inform my fellow adoptive parents who are soon on their way to Vietnam themselves. If you're an adoptive parent and have any questions, feel free to email me because there's no guarantee that I'm going to have time to address all that I want to say. Plus, some discussions are better left privately.
It's wonderful to be in our home. Our friend Dawn did a great job housesitting and in the course of her spiritual work, infused our home with great energy. We were bummed to come home Saturday afternoon to find the second floor air-conditioning system broken but an emergency call to our repairman had it fixed by Monday afternoon. In the meantime, we played "Hotel" all sleeping together in Molly's room, thanks to a window unit lent to us by our neighbors.
My garden has survived the summer drought and my absence though there were a few casualties. The stewartia pseudocamelia and the chionanthus virginicus both took it hard, so hard that they are both dead. But they were new installations that needed a lot of TLC which I didn't have to offer while we were gone.
As for the stacks of mail, we have yet to attack them. I have sorted through the trash mail and popped those pieces in the recycling bin. Catalogs, magazines, bills, and general correspondence are all in neat piles though I have yet to open them. That's a fun project for later today.
The truth is in this weary jetlag phase, I'm not sure where I really am or where I really want to be. My body is most definitely here in Tunis Mills but my mind is mostly still in Vietnam. I long for fresh spring rolls - I ate them nearly every day - and fresh mango juice. All the shopping I did in Hanoi seems to look like nothing short of a small anthill when spread out on my office floor. And here I thought I had gotten so much. I thought I finished my Christmas shopping for the year but not so. I could have done so much more! I miss the unbelievable plethora of dining options in Hanoi. From Vietnamese, western, French, Italian, Indian, Chinese, Thai, Japanese, Korean. You name it, they had it. I miss the busyness and commotion on the streets. Indeed, it was annoying walking down the street in Hanoi because there were so many people, some rushing, some sitting on plastic stools enjoying tea, some leaning against motorbikes slurping on ice creams, others plying fresh produce, stinky fish and cheap flowers. Yet, as bothersome as it was - especially with a stroller! - life was happening right there on the streets. The Vietnamese live outside. It all hangs out. They eat, drink, nap, work, play checkers, smoke waterpipes, sell cigarettes individually, all right there on the street.
Back here in small town life USA, no one is on the streets except the occasional passerby. It's rather lonely and ghostly. Where is everyone? How come people here don't interact as intimately as over there? Everyone drives so safely and politely here. (I'm not complaining at all about that!) It's just a different rhythm to get used to where in Vietnam it was every man for himself on his bike, cyclo, motorbike, car or bus. It was the first thing Max noticed when we left Dulles airport. The roads are so much bigger and calmer. No one is pulling hysteronic feats of foolishness to overtake another vehicle. No horns blaring, simply to announce one's presence.
I'm not saying one place is better than another. They both have their merits and both have their pitfalls. What I suppose I'm trying to say is that there's a big gear change in the pace of life we were just living to the one we are now in. I suppose it's also culture shock, a sensation I've only ever experienced on the re-entry leg of my travels.
I leave Vietnam with the precioius, gentle daughter of my dreams. I leave having shared such an intimate and unbelievable experience with my husband and my son, both of whom I love more than ever for sharing this journey with me. Sharing it with enthusiasm, flexibility and curiosity. I leave knowing we will back. Yes, we will go back to Asia again to let our children visit the countries of their birth, their respective homelands. But, in all truth, we will go back because we passionately lust to explore more of Asia and want to see and do more. Burma, Laos and Bhutan are high on our lists.
And of course, Cambodia calls us both. As I told my Mom the other day, if I were at a different place in my life right now and a different time (i.e. not a parent of an infant and a toddler), I wouldn't have come home just yet. I would have stayed in Cambodia and just plopped right into the beautiful wave of humanitarian helping and philanthropy for a people who so desperately need it, deserve it and want it.
Here's to another day of fuzzy-headedness floating in a surreality. A little more cocculus (great homeopathic remedy for jet lag!) and time and we'll be good to go in no time. Tom's really itching to go. He's got Police tix for the Madison Square Garden show on Friday night... Not sure I'm up for the four hour jaunt to New York just yet. Sting can wait, in my books, but the doors of Bonpoint, Bergdorfs and Best & Co. are calling........ Afterall, I do have a little girl to shop for now!
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Home Sweet Home
According to my calculations, and I never was very good at math, it took us 35 hours door to door from Hanoi back home to Easton, Maryland.
Now that does include all the time we were in motion, whether flying or not. I'm so knackered I can hardly right but just want to let my faithful readers know that we made it home safe and sound.
I cannot recommend Thai Airways more highly. They are a fantastic airline and have picked up on service where the Americans left off decades ago. The 17-hour flight from Bangkok to JFK is nothing short of long but it was very comfortable as we were sitting in premium economy (a compromise b/w economy and business class) AND a baby bassinet which is a must for all travelers who are waiting to go to Vietnam.
First off, with the baby bassinet, the baby has a place to sleep (and sleep they do!) and you don't have to hold the baby for the entire flight. I mean there's bonding and then there's BONDING. Also, b/c the bassient has to attach to the wall, you get seats in the bulkhead which is always a wee bit spacier.
The kids were excellent for the traveling part. Max had a meltdown here or there but I had my own share of them as well so who could blame him? Both he and Mols fell asleep from Hanoi to Bangkok. Too bad for Max because when we arrived in Bangkok, there were huge airplanes all around us on the tarmac - a scene he would have loved but there was no waking that boy up. (Did I tell you that the Vietnamese always called Max "boy"? and then cup him affectionately on the face?)
Molly did wake up though and was ready to party during our 2 hour lay-over. Soon after boarding the flight bound for JFK, we all fell asleep (it was 12:40 a.m.) except for Max who watched "Meet the Robinsons" on his own private screen. I think he stayed up til 4. But then he slept.
Lots of food being served and lots of cheap cat naps. The air hostesses kept the cabins dark except for during meals which was kind of weird. And once again I was thrilled we were flying through the Arctic Circle. Over China, Siberia, the North Pole and then Canada. I loved lookng at the polar ice caps from 36,000 feet above.
Our flight arrived on time and had a wonderful touch down. I was psyched because for the first time in years I didn't take any medicine to fly. No fear, no panic attacks, not even anxiety. I think it is b/c I'm so focused on the kids I don't have time to indulge in my emotional stuff.
We breezed through immigration and customs which kind of surprised me because we were importing an "alien" as our government likes to term our adopted babies. Do your think they could come up with a kinder word?
Then we had a 3 hour wait to Dulles. We were tempted to rent a car and just drive home. It would have taken the same amount of time but as it turned out, it would have been quicker.
After boarding the oversold flight, we were told the plane couldn't not take off for another hour b/c there were 35 planes in front of us on the runway. Here we were so close to home and time seemed to slow slower than a snail's pace. Both kids were crying on the plane during the wait and I was half expecting to be evicted at some point but we never were.
Alas, the plane got going and we flew the 40 minute flight to Dulles quite uneventfully. We were met by Tom's Mom and step father who drove all the way over from Easton to pick up. It was so wonderful to be met at the airport by someone we loved and wanted to see. Remember in the old days when people used to meet you at the airport?: Those days are so gone.
Anyway, the closer we got to home the longer it seeemd to take to get there. We did finally make it, after Tom's 85 year old step-father gave Molly a tour of the most important monuments in Washington, D.C. A big deal for a little girl on her first day in America! Rather approrpriate though.
My brain wants to keep writing but my eyes keep closing so I've got to sign off now. More later. And it's so darned nice to be home. I didn't realize how much I missed it til we got home.
Now that does include all the time we were in motion, whether flying or not. I'm so knackered I can hardly right but just want to let my faithful readers know that we made it home safe and sound.
I cannot recommend Thai Airways more highly. They are a fantastic airline and have picked up on service where the Americans left off decades ago. The 17-hour flight from Bangkok to JFK is nothing short of long but it was very comfortable as we were sitting in premium economy (a compromise b/w economy and business class) AND a baby bassinet which is a must for all travelers who are waiting to go to Vietnam.
First off, with the baby bassinet, the baby has a place to sleep (and sleep they do!) and you don't have to hold the baby for the entire flight. I mean there's bonding and then there's BONDING. Also, b/c the bassient has to attach to the wall, you get seats in the bulkhead which is always a wee bit spacier.
The kids were excellent for the traveling part. Max had a meltdown here or there but I had my own share of them as well so who could blame him? Both he and Mols fell asleep from Hanoi to Bangkok. Too bad for Max because when we arrived in Bangkok, there were huge airplanes all around us on the tarmac - a scene he would have loved but there was no waking that boy up. (Did I tell you that the Vietnamese always called Max "boy"? and then cup him affectionately on the face?)
Molly did wake up though and was ready to party during our 2 hour lay-over. Soon after boarding the flight bound for JFK, we all fell asleep (it was 12:40 a.m.) except for Max who watched "Meet the Robinsons" on his own private screen. I think he stayed up til 4. But then he slept.
Lots of food being served and lots of cheap cat naps. The air hostesses kept the cabins dark except for during meals which was kind of weird. And once again I was thrilled we were flying through the Arctic Circle. Over China, Siberia, the North Pole and then Canada. I loved lookng at the polar ice caps from 36,000 feet above.
Our flight arrived on time and had a wonderful touch down. I was psyched because for the first time in years I didn't take any medicine to fly. No fear, no panic attacks, not even anxiety. I think it is b/c I'm so focused on the kids I don't have time to indulge in my emotional stuff.
We breezed through immigration and customs which kind of surprised me because we were importing an "alien" as our government likes to term our adopted babies. Do your think they could come up with a kinder word?
Then we had a 3 hour wait to Dulles. We were tempted to rent a car and just drive home. It would have taken the same amount of time but as it turned out, it would have been quicker.
After boarding the oversold flight, we were told the plane couldn't not take off for another hour b/c there were 35 planes in front of us on the runway. Here we were so close to home and time seemed to slow slower than a snail's pace. Both kids were crying on the plane during the wait and I was half expecting to be evicted at some point but we never were.
Alas, the plane got going and we flew the 40 minute flight to Dulles quite uneventfully. We were met by Tom's Mom and step father who drove all the way over from Easton to pick up. It was so wonderful to be met at the airport by someone we loved and wanted to see. Remember in the old days when people used to meet you at the airport?: Those days are so gone.
Anyway, the closer we got to home the longer it seeemd to take to get there. We did finally make it, after Tom's 85 year old step-father gave Molly a tour of the most important monuments in Washington, D.C. A big deal for a little girl on her first day in America! Rather approrpriate though.
My brain wants to keep writing but my eyes keep closing so I've got to sign off now. More later. And it's so darned nice to be home. I didn't realize how much I missed it til we got home.
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