I wanted to get a jump on what is happening on our trip. After all, how can you encapsulate two and a half weeks of baby first, family gatherings, and deep thoughts into one or two post trip posts??
To begin with…thank you for all of your prayers because Isabelle did great! Thank you prayer…and well, let’s be honest…thank you Benedryl. Yes. My name is Danielle and technically I drugged my daughter. It seemed the humane thing to do with a toddler on a 12 hour flight.
But the interesting thing about flying with Isabelle is that she makes friends with everyone. She will pick out the most staunch man in the area. Walk right up to him, get square in his face and stare until he looks at her. Then she will flash him a big big smile and wave, “Hi.” Needless to say, she didn’t meet one stranger the entire trip.
We arrived after about 24 hours of flights and layovers only to meet with lovely Indian hospitality…errr I should say Indian inefficiency! Three hours worth of trying to collect our luggage. My child was delirious, or maybe that was simply my perspective…through delirious eyes! By the time we got out of the airport, our family had left, figuring we missed our flight in Dubai. So we waited again. Good times at the exciting Hyderabad airport at 6am!
But on to happier things….
We arrived and woke the kids up. Conrad’s brother, who flew with us, has been separated from his family for the last 7 years got to meet his 7 year old son for the first time this morning! How cool it was to witness this…I could hardly keep from crying! But I didn’t, and I fit in perfectly with my emotionally reserved Indian family…there was no crying….probably just on the inside