Finding Peace at 30,000 Feet

This has been easier than I thought it would be. Taking care of baby Anna has definitely filled my time and my thoughts. Of course I miss my husband and long for his company--and much more ;) but Anna has kept me on my toes and being surrounded by family has kept me busy. I've been able to Skype with Travis several times. It's been wonderful. The connection has been awful but hearing his voice even if it cuts out and he sounds like a robot has lifted my spirits every day.

I'm sure many of you are wondering how the plane ride went with a baby and a mama by herself. It was crazy to say the least. Definitely wish Travis was with me, but then if he was we wouldn't have been flying anywhere anyway. Side note: All you single mamas and daddies, I give you major props! God bless you, because doing it alone is no joke. The thing was no matter how loud Anna cried or how fast I had to haul-butt to get to my connecting flight or how much poop got on Anna's clothes after her blow out I felt at peace the entire day. I felt God with me more than usual, and I really believe it had to do with all of our family and friends who were praying for us. Thank you! You're prayers were definitely felt! I really am not a fan of flying. I hate any kind of turbulence--who doesn't? I'm known for squeezing the life out of the hand of the person next to me, usually Travis, during take off and landing. I'll look around wondering why everyone looks so calm reading their Nook or Sky Mall while I want to crawl into a fetal position, put my fingers in my ears, and yell "la, la, la, la, la!". But this time the fear of flying was the farthest thing on my mind. I was too busy trying to soothe a screaming Anna during the first flight and clean up her blow out in the 3 foot by 4 foot plane restroom during the second. And though Anna's cries seemed to ring louder than the plane's engines, my friend's words spoken to me a few months ago were even louder in my ears, "you'll never see these people again". The icing on the cake happened when we finally arrived in Columbus. I took a quick pit stop to the bathroom before picking up my luggage--first bathroom trip in 6 hours, not to mention with a baby still strapped onto my body--seriously something only a mother can do! A lady who was also on the flight said to me as I started to leave the bathroom, "You sure are brave! And you're little one did great. Good job, Mom!" Yes! Albeit a crazy day, plane ride sans Travis was a success!

you try taking a clear picture with a squirmy baby on your lap!

day 1 down, 15 more to go!

We survived the first day and with minimal tears! --when we said our good-byes doesn't count, I was an absolute wreck! Anna and I spent today in our jammies, played, sang, read a few books, and caught up with a great friend on the phone. Plus Anna seems to be feeling better! 

Day 1, I would say, was a great success!