Plane rides and toddler/infants does not equal flying the friendly skies, but we did it, and we learned a lot. Jane Godall said that if we only look at life from our perspective it’s like trying to see the ocean through a rolled up newspaper (something along those lines, I am not sure where my book is.)
We got a new perspective on Gav’s case and met with the guru of pediatric transplants who has since retired at Stanford. We have a lot of thinking to do and a lot of questions, but we better get a move on, since Gav is putting on weight quite rapidly! He broke out of 20 lbs and is at 21 lbs. He has also decided he is too sophisticated for sippy cups and likes open adult glasses with straws, and pretty much anything that anyone else is drinking.
Lauren loved the “pom pom” trees (or to the rest of us, palm trees) and the pool (her utopia). Those were the top two…she also told me that she does not think that I am funny anymore so I should stop teasing her (I may or may not have had her looking for care bears on the plane, but who knows it could have happened, anything could have happened) she was not amused. She also said that she loved the weather until Jay told her it’s like this all year round. Then she started to cry for all the boys and girls in CA because if there was no snow, that must mean there is no Santa for them. Four year old girls are emotional, they should write a heads up manual per age. We set her straight, and she did recover, but it was quite devastating there for a brief period of time. We had a lay over each way in Denver and Lauren called it Calarada like “o’s” don’t exist…we found it adorable so of course we made her say it like a million times. We lucked out and saw fireworks over the capital on our homecoming (which we of course told her, were set off for her and Gav).
Gav did very well, except for the fact that some people who sit in economy seating still think it’s okay to recline their seats (it’s not) and he may or may not have been able to grab a few fistfuls of the so aforementioned passenger’s hair “on accident” when this gentleman was sitting on my lap (I mean reclined in front of me). Gav is into hats right now and pointing. So he really doesn’t care for hats that fit him, just other people’s. Maybe it’s actually a way for him to tease other people as they walk around with hat hair and he’s all cute with this oversized lid on his head. Gav is a pointing machine and really likes to tell you what he wants. When he gets really happy he claps his little feet together! He did really well on the plane, they both did, for that matter, a little rough on the final leg(ok, way rough), but if it would have been socially acceptable for a thirty year old to throw a temper tantrum, I may have as well…it was a touch exhausting.
So exhausting that for the first time ever in Jay’s life he went to bed without knowing if the Cubs had won or lost. Stanford and CA were beautiful! It was so amazing to walk to the park out there and basically be surrounded by a flower shop. From a wanna be
gardener, they have amazing flowers out there. (Tragically, I don’t think they have my picture by a register saying don’t sell flowers to this woman because many have tried and just not survived.) It was a great trip, and it was just nice to know that we accomplished it with like 8 bags of luggage for four days, but a lot of hard work and planning and we made it out there with everything that we needed.
I think that we learned so much that will come in handy with Gav’s transplant, and what to expect. I guess I had figured that we had been through the worst of it, but it seems now that may lay ahead…hopefully we will find some reserve strength in here somewhere to plow through it and there will be some angel floating above Gav, since there is no other acceptable option. The first words out of their mouths were that there are no guarantees. “I don’t buy anything without a guarantee,” I told them. And continued to let them know that they will have to work on that…humor went unappreciated again (they however, were not four).
We’ve given ourselves a week to decipher our options, about what we want to do, where we want to go. I wish I could have a conference call with God and all his doctors. How are you supposed to make this kind of decision? We are leaning strongly one way for a strong fifteen seconds, and then the other the next. Regardless, it’s so good to be home and back to life at the house. Sometimes you forget how good you have it, but there truly is nothing like coming home! Still a little heady, so I am not going to go into specifics at this point, but we should know more soon!