Sunday, September 22, 2013

Sometimes you just need a hot towel.

We're home and happy.  D and I have been back about a week, and the jetlag has finally eased.  We both slept well last night and got up refreshed.  I supposed I should start at the beginning and say that my baby is a champion flyer.  Our flight left India at 2am (as it always does), which is problematic for a tired two-year-old.  To compound the difficulty, the airport doesn't let anyone enter after 11pm, even if your flight isn't until 2am.  So to actually make our flight, we had to leave our house at 9:30pm, just three and a half short hours after D went to bed.  How much sleep did I get you ask?  Well on the day of our flight, I got up at 6am with D, then took a 2 hour nap in the afternoon, and that was it.  We got the car loaded and set off for the airport.  I needed Eli's credit card to pay for the extra baggage, but he wasn't allowed into the airport since he wasn't flying (another awesome rule).  The guards with large guns outside were not sympathetic.  Eli had to wait while I ran in and got our tickets, then we had to meet at the doorway to exchange credit cards and phones.  He wasn't allowed in, and I wasn't allowed back out.  It made for a quick and tense goodbye.  Despite that, the situation was going pretty smoothly at that point.  We were escorted to the executive lounge where we always wait, and D got all excited for the little rolls they had set out along with the rest of the food.  We snacked and sat for a while, but that only took us about a half hour of the 3 hour wait we had before us.  Of course, being 2, D didn't think he was at all tired and wanted to run around playing with the outlets and lamps.  I was tired, nauseated from dinner, and uncomfortable in an upright position.  So of course I chased him around for close to two hours.  At that point, nothing was good enough for him and he threw tantrum after tantrum because he just wanted to lay down somewhere dark and quiet.  There was nowhere that met those requirements in the area where we were waiting.  It was a long wait.  The escort finally came back and collected us for boarding.  We passed through the second security check point and cut in front of the long line of people waiting to board the plane.  This is nothing new.  It happens every time we fly out of India.  I'm not sure if it's because I had D, we had business class tickets, or we were white.  It honestly could have been any of those.  Once on the plane, D settled down. The attendants handed out warm towels to people, but I declined.  Once D saw that the people around him had towels to play with, he wanted one.  He started asking loudly for a hot towel (it sounded like "hot toe" and was very confusing for the people around us).  When I told him no, he insisted on pulling out his tray and patting it several times while giving me a look that clearly stated he would like his hot towel now please.  I tried telling him that they said "hot towel" not "hot dog," but he just looked at me like I was an idiot.  Shortly after that, we had to buckle in so they could get ready to take off.  D passed out before we even started to taxi.  To my great surprise, nothing woke him up.  He slept for several hours (I got a few hours in too once the attendants stopped trying to give me stuff).  When he woke up, he was hungry, but I had stashed a couple of packages of peanuts because I am psychic like that.  He was very happy eating them and tossing them all over the floor.  They served breakfast not long after that, and he ate like a champ.  He didn't spill food.  He told me what he wanted and cleaned up neatly when he was done.  After that, we walked the aisles for a while and then it was time to sleep again.  He slept all the way to lunch, which was served about three hours before we landed.  This time, they gave us both our trays at the same time, and D was still on his best behavior.  No mess, no stress.  He did not like the chicken parmesan.  I ate both pieces of chicken and regretted it later. Overall, it was the most he's ever slept on a plane, and he was so well behaved that the guy across the aisle complimented him when we landed.  Once home, we both napped until Eli's parents arrived to help out. 

The last week has been both extremely tiring and totally awesome.  I've adjusted to being D's primary caregiver again with no problems.  Now that we're both sleeping normally again, I'm even happier.  There are so many things about the States that I missed besides the food, and every day I find something new.  Eli is getting by okay without us in India, but he's lonely.  I, on the other hand, have plans with people I've missed.  The company is planning to send Eli back to Milwaukee for a few weeks in October, so we'll see each other soon.  I'm sure he'll appreciate being able to fly business class without a toddler for once. 

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