I loathe flying. Seriously loathe it. There’s a moment of sheer panic for me in every flight (if not multiple moments). So it comes as no surprise that psyching myself up for the flight to Ethiopia took some work. But it might surprise those that know BF to know that he had his own trepidation. My anxiety was flight TO Ethiopia related. Could I sit for hour after hour in my fear and come out on the other side in Africa and not jail (whenever we hear those news stories about the passenger who dove for the emergency exit midflight and had to get restrained and sedated, I think, “there but for the grace of God go I.”)? But I had no anxiety about the flight home. I knew that tending to baby would keep me busy and engaged in something far more important than myself and my fears. The hours, I figured, would fly by. BF, on the other hand, was paralyzed by the idea of the flight home. He was scared that baby would cry the entire time and that every passenger on the plane would hate us. I figured that most people would give us grace, but I also knew that if baby cried, BF would spend the entire flight going up and down the aisles apologizing. But then one of our dear friends, a physician, gave us the best possible advice for the flight. She said, “Think about those flights as your labor. Every family suffers a little bit to bring a new loved one into the world. Your labor is the flight– it’s a little too long, impossible to ever get fully comfortable with it, seems like it won’t end, you don’t know what’s coming next, and, yet, the entire time excitement, anticipation, and possiblity lick at your stomach.” It was the perfect metaphor– one that helped both of us handle with grace the part of the journey that really challenged us.
If your journey to a new family member is still ahead of you, I hope that metaphor serves you well, too.
awww. You just totally freaked me out to get on the plane next week!
I think the name Jedidiah means ” you are loved” and “blessed” we have always used those terms around our loved ones as well. We neve used the name for our kids since we are
Jeff
and
Jen
too many J’s I think to add another.
Hence:
Gweneth
Moses
Reed
Grace.
Love the pics of your son. He is simply breathtaking. So are you.. the “momness” radiates.
Oh wow! i didn’t know that Jedidiah meant that although I have noticed it used more and more often– what a great meaning! And what I didn’t put in this post (because it was in an earlier post) but that you should definitely know before you get on the plane is that Abram only cried for 10 total minutes in 42 hours of travel. It was 2 separate 5 minute crying jags and they were totally bearable. He did great and the plane flight was so much easier than I anticipated as the planes are so big and hangle every bump in the air as if they don’t even exist. The mental game we did on ourselves was far worse than the reality but the baby labor metaphor just helped me put in all perspective!