In the previous post I mentioned a brother of mine... Mike. That dude is something special, I just have to say. When he got engaged he didn't think twice he went right ahead and booked little ol ME a plane ticket to come take his engagement pictures. All he ever said was "you are SO worth it!"
Um HI... I'm a lucky girl with amazing siblings. He even got me a hotel room for two nights- and a nice one at that. As excited for the trip as I was (hello, who wouldn't be excited to go to Cali!? I grew up there! I need my yearly So Cal fill.) I wasn't, however, stoked for the plane ride. Hyrum is a much easier baby then Brody was. Then again..I was new to motherhood and had no idea what to expect. So maybe that is not true. But what IS true is that Brody was A LOT heavier and that was tiring. He also didn't really like to be held.. so that made church, plane rides, public places (so everywhere).. kinda hard. Anywho.
So no, I wasn't excited about the plane ride with a baby (from all my past experience)- by myself- and the layover- and the 9 hour traveling time ahead of me (that's just one way btw..& including the time spent in the airport). Sounded long. And tiring. Especially since I'd be getting in suuuper late (2am my time) to Cali with a baby. By myself (eww). Did I mention that? haha. But YO (randy jackson style). I have NOTHING to complain about since my brother was so nice to fly me out- and really this was the earliest I could leave! I was just glad to go. I even told Tony "I'm not excited about the actual traveling part but WHO KNOWS maybe I'll be pleasantly surprised and it won't be so bad!"
"stuff happened". Long story short (or longer, however you want to look at it) There was a 2 hour delay in Louisville. So okay.. everything would be pushed back right? No biggie.
I got to Dallas for my layover and literally RAN to my next gate. Baby, back pack, stroller, etc.. in tow. Oh, and don't worry that is only the largest airport known to man. I had to take a 15 minute shuttle ride to my terminal. I had a bad feeling in my stomach that whole shuttle ride. When I came upon the place my plane was supposed to be it was a ghost town (minus the hundreds of people that seemed to be camping out everywhere). When I approached the nearest American Airlines lady she laid the news on me like a slap in the face with a cold dead fish. "Sorry they left 10 minutes ago"
me-"well, didn't you know I was delayed on the runway for 30 minutes because all the gates were full?! I was here, just stuck out there!!"
devil woman-"Well we'd rather get hundreds of people to their destination on time instead of wait for a few people." (cold uncaring expression)
That's when I looked down at my poor tired baby and lost it. I don't deal with stress very well when I'm tired- especially when I look at my child- so perfect and sweet- and want nothing more for him but what he deserves... and at that moment it was a quiet hotel room, a comfortable mattress, and sleep.
She proceeded to tell me the earliest she could "guarantee" me a flight would be at 1:30 PM the next. day.! It was just about midnight there. I ONLY HAD ONE DAY in California (Saturday) then I left again at 6am in the morning on Sunday. So that would've given me half a day, if that, to be with my family. That was unacceptable! Then she said if I "wanted to upgrade to a first class seat I'd be able to leave at 9:30am". But then she said she wouldn't let me??! When I said, "NO I'll BUY IT! Whatever!" She said, "that'll be $1,195.00" WTH!!! That's when I realized she was just wasting my energy. She also said I wasn't applicable for a hotel stay and taxi to it on their dime. If I wanted that, I'd have to pay. I'm "not a seasoned traveler" so I wouldn't know that the delay in Louisville would bring me to this. (how dare she judge me- what does she know!) Anyway that's when I gathered my things and left.
I collected myself and went to another American Airlines person across the room. He seemed like he had a nice bone in his body compared to the devil I just did business with. She had no sympathy for me nor my baby. I very calmly told the guy of my situation and he straightway booked me a guaranteed seat on an 8:30am flight. (huh... who knew THAT was available! Hallelujah!) Then put me on STANDBY for a 6am!! Oh praise be!
Although.. that DID mean we were stuck there for the next 6 hours at LEAST to attempt to do this:
And sleep we did! (attempt anyway). Seriously, the cots were going like hot cakes. All the people I mentioned earlier were stranded too. It was a baaaad night in the Dallas airport, people. I found a relatively quiet corner of the airport and set up camp. A mouse scurried around near us (oh joy), the lights beamed down on us, and the air conditioning swirled around the dead airport. No, I didn't bring a change of clothes for Hy, nor a jacket for myself. I figured: I could handle the plane rides and Hyrum would be okay in shorts. Boy did I not plan for the worst. Luckily, there was a very nice group, about my age, who felt sorry for the chick with a baby because they brought me airplane blankets they scrounged up. I was freeeeezing though. Wearing thin jeggings, flats, and a short sleeve top. Nice.
-bring a jacket and snacks no matter what
-bring my phone charger (not pack it in my checked bag)
-you catch more flies with honey than vinegar... when I was calm, I got hooked up... relatively speaking
-I really have it all.
No, I don't lit.er.ally have it all but I was thinking as I was struggling that night... man it would be so nice to sleep on my tempurpedic mattress...and then I realized there are so many people in the world that have it like this- and worse every night. If they can do that, I can do this. And how selfish of me to think I had it bad at all.
Sure I will never fly American Airlines again (SOUTHWEST what, what!.. I mean who doesn't give out peanuts, AA?? Cheapskates.) and that truly was the hardest night of my life that I can recall (even worse than when I was 6 months pregnant, sick, and camping on the hard floor.. on my birthday) but so what! We at least had a building to be in- and a cot- and the possibility of leaving sooner than later!!
There were 36 people on standby for the 6am and I was number 6 in line. I swear that nice guy put me higher up in that line. I MADE the flight!! Tired and looking like death, me and my baby happily slept (for a good half hour anyway) on our way to the beautiful beach... *sigh It was the best of times and the worst of times. (the travels... the time WITH my family was nothing but perfect:)
I changed my original title to this post from "crap happens" to "stuff happens"... because right now that's all it seems to be. Just stuff. Just life. Really, after hearing about all the recent storms, lost children, parents, friends... my "bad night" doesn't seem so bad. Just a flesh wound compared to something actually life altering. My heart aches for people who have had to suffer lately from all the natural disasters. When I look at it that way, nothing went wrong that night.