|Photo: Sara Heidinger Photography|
Dragging a baby halfway across the world is silly and brave. I’m proud of how well Lavinia coped physically but I was surprised at how challenging it was for me mentally.
The low-point was arriving in California. That is when LAX threw down the gauntlet.
Lavinia slept three hours during the first 14 hour leg- which meant no sleep for Momma. The exhausted baby finally fell asleep on me, in her carrier, when we were waiting in line for US customs.
I couldn’t believe it. No crib, no comforter, no white noise and not on schedule. My perfectly crafted routine- abandoned. This was the first time I realized that like any human, if she were tired enough, Lavinia would eventually crash.
This may seem like common sense to most people. I was far too tired for common sense.
At customs I got grilled for not having a letter of permission from ‘the father’ to prove I’m not kidnapping my own child.
Then my favorite part- retrieving our checked luggage in order to immediately re-check it for the next leg. A nice man offered to help me with my suitcase. I had him grab the same bag and let it go three times before I realized that it actually was MY bag. I was so fuzzy I forgot what my own suitcase looked like.
While awkwardly leaning backward to avoid disturbing Lavinia’s sleepy head, I had to drag my large checked-bag in one hand and carry-on with diaper bag in the other…up a long ramp. My lip started quivering and eyes welled with tears. I tried to stop the abusive thoughts.
Who is this mother I had become? She was not at all what I imagined. She was nervous, stressed, and she lived and breathed according to a schedule. She didn’t trust herself or her instincts. And worst of all- she constantly berated her efforts with negative and critical thoughts. Not exactly a role model.
I must have been a sight because an airport staff member saw me and offered to help me with my bags. I gratefully accepted.
Lavinia woke up just as we were going through security a second time and we both made it to our connecting gate. My mother met us there and flew with us to Toronto. She held her granddaughter while I surrendered to a few hours of sweet sleep.
And we all survived.