Bella and I headed out at 3:30am last Saturday to go see Sam in Georgia. For those of you not familiar with our story, he joined the Army in March and has been in training at Ft. Gordon since then – he’ll be done in June/July and we’ll be stationed in good ole’ El Paso.
Which I’m slowly coming to terms with.
Like a genius, I packed a LARGE diaper bag to take on the plane, as well as my purse, and (here it comes) decided to babywear Bella. To avoid losing my hands to pushing a stroller. Not the best choice. With all that I had to carry anyway. I was sorry about 30 minutes into the trip that I had packed such a massive diaper bag that weighed in at around 30lbs. I was lugging it all through the airport and dragging a suitcase behind me that tipped to the side every so often.
I may have said a really bad word in the check in line when everything fell off my shoulder and hit the floor. And I had to pick it all up while maneuvering the sling with Bella.
Once we got checked in and settled, I was surprised to find Bella actually did really well on the plane. We had a 3 hour then a 1 hour ride, and for the first leg she passed out. I couldn’t believe it. The second part she was stressed out and threw a fit the whole way, but it was short and bumpy and I didn’t care if anyone was annoyed with us. I was hot and had been up for 10 hours. She was over the plane. Luckily the guy seated next to us left the moment he saw her and found another seat.
We got to Augusta and I honestly fell in love the moment I stepped off the plane and into an airport with cheery yellow walls, huge white windows that overlooked the greenest grass I’d ever seen, and perfectly warm weather. I hated El Paso a little more every moment I was there.
When we got to base, Sam came out to meet us. Bella was so tired she barely could keep her eyes open, but when she saw him she just got really still and couldn’t stop looking at him and smiling. She patted him and giggled, I could tell she was a little shocked that he was actually holding her and not on a screen.
It was so special.
We spent the next few days bumming around Augusta, eating at places like the Bees Knees, Mellow Mushroom, Beamies, Boll Weevil, The Waffle House, going to the Riverwalk almost every evening, taking a tour of the old George Walton home while the tour guide talked our ear off, and driving around trying to find somewhere while our GPS stated over and over, “GPS signal lost. Make U-turn. Recalculating.”
::throws GPS out window and screams in frustration::
Tuesday night while Sam was at school Bella started burning up. She’d been sick on and off all day, I figured it was just too much dairy and sun and we tried to keep her inside to rest. But I knew now with her cough and fever she had croup again. At 11pm I called the base hospital and we went to the ER. Sam met us there and Bella got checked out with the confirmation of croup for the fourth time.
While we were waiting, I kept smelling the most delicious smell. Like KFC in the ER. Which was odd, because the ER usually smells like old shoes and medicine. Sam and I talked about what it could be. It was 1 am so we were both a little hungry from being up so long.
We headed down a hall and stopped to ask how to get out, and there it was. In the nurses station, there was a pork chop rotisserie. Slow cooking pork to perfection.
Sam and I laughed so hard. It had to be a Southern thing, because I can’t imagine seeing that where we live. Awesomeness.
to be continued – simply because it’s going to be way too long for one post…