Flying 1,600 miles with an almost 8 month old…piece of cake! Except for security, almost missing our connection and not being able to use the restroom from Boston all the way to Fort Smith. I really hope that if any of the TSA agents in Boston need to fly with their baby by themselves, who just had brain surgery, they will be treated better than I was. I understand it’s not their job to coddle me, but good grief, I have a baby here. And a carrier. And a stroller. And a large diaper bag. And I had to take my shoes off. All while they stared at me as I was about to drop her. Seriously, they could have at least lifted the stroller on to the conveyor belt for me. I would like to think I’m not a crier but here lately it seems I’ve been crying, a lot. So by the time we were through security it was no surprise I was crying.
As I sat in the airport waiting for our flight, I felt like I was in another world. I have always heard people say things were surreal. I don’t guess I have ever experienced that before. Until Boston. I really did feel like I was in somebody else’s life. Was I really in Boston? 1,600 miles away from my husband and big kids? With my baby who has Spina Bifida? How did all of this happen? How did we get to this point? Yes, I cried some more. (Are you starting to see a trend here?!)
After sitting and watching planes come and go for an hour or so it was our turn to board. First ones on! That’s right, the agent was super nice. Probably felt sorry for me. Once we were seated I started fretting again about who our seat mate was going to be. Please Lord let it be a lady, she doesn’t even have to be nice. Just let it be a lady. I really, really was not looking forward to nursing Korie next to a strange man. I don’t particularly like nursing in public anyway, but definitely not next to a dude. So as each person boarded, I kept thinking, please not him, or she would be good let it be her. It seemed as if the plane was completely full before our seat mates got settled. Thank you Lord, it was a nice looking couple probably in their late fifties or early sixties.
As we were getting ready to take off, the lady asked me if we had been visiting grandparents in Boston. I said, “No we were here for medical care for Korie, she has Spina Bifida.” I was about to explain what Spina Bifida is, like I always have to, and she said, “I know a little about Spina Bifida.” I said, “Oh you do?” (Here it comes- her husband’s, aunt’s, cousin’s, brother was born with it back in the 50’s and died of infection?) She said, so sweet like, “my 31-year-old daughter, Amy, has Spina Bifida.”
That is divine intervention, folks. I truly believe, with all my heart, The Lord placed Beverly right there next to me, because at that moment I needed Beverly very much. We spent the next several hours talking about Korie, and Amy and Spina Bifida. And I cried, again. I really tried to express to Beverly what an angel she had been to me, I hope she understood. She was like talking to my mom.
Now try to tell me God doesn’t exist. And take care of His people. Because I will tell you otherwise.
Let me give you a laugh now. Picture me running through DFW (the 4th busiest airport) pushing Korie in her stroller. My hair flying. I hear, “Final boarding call for Dana Stout. Final boarding for flight 3399 to Fort Smith.” So I amped up my running. I COULD. NOT. MISS. MY. FLIGHT. I ran faster. Then when I could see the gate and the agent, I started waving my arms in the air. I am positive I looked foolish. She said, “slow down honey, you’re here!” I boarded, they closed the door, I sat down and almost threw up. I could not breathe. At all. I would say it was a good ol fashioned asthma attack. Except I don’t have asthma! Then I realized, I hadn’t used the bathroom or changed Korie since Boston. It was going to be long hour to Fort Smith.
As it turned out, it was only 41 minutes to Fort Smith. About the time we got up, it was time to come down. The pilot gave us a beautiful smooth landing. We disembarked and I felt like a celebrity. Even though it was probably mostly about Korie and not me! (See pic below)
No sweeter way to be welcomed home!