The last day in country was quiet. We had a wonderful dinner with all of the families who had traveled to Ethiopia to adopt children. The children, young and old, enjoyed playing with each other. We said our many thank yous and good-byes to our host family and prepared to leave.
It was Christmas Eve.
We were headed home.
Because of the time change, we would be leaving at 7 p.m. on Christmas Eve, arriving in New York at 10 a.m. on Christmas morning.
We wouldn’t miss Christmas with the boys.
The plane ride home is not one that I would ever want to repeat.
I now have much more empathy for a parent who’s child is crying on a plane ride.
First, Meaza’s stomach was still a wreck. She was going through diapers like tissues. We had to ask for a diaper from the stewardess, who treated me like I was asking for the last bottle of penicillin on Earth.
While Meaza slept for about six hours, there were 12 to go. We received many pieces of advice from the passengers around us.
Putting a child who just came from a warm climate (it was summer in Ethiopia), into a snow suit and then a car seat…. Meaza did not appreciate such restraint.
A three hour car ride to go. The thought of seeing the boys after a week and 6,900+ miles distance was the only thing that fueled me during this last leg of the trip.