The past couple of weeks have been an almost comical display of things getting cosmically f'ed up.
The good news is that I have weathered the weeks with a pretty good sense of humour (a few meltdowns, but we'll get to that...).
So it all started on Thursday, October 16th, under a Waning Gibbous moon in Taurus.
Arrived to the Montreal airport, baby in tow, after a really beautiful sisterly airport goodbye.
Time to go home, to Switzerland!
I was so READY, cause I missed my oldest son and husband, and just wanted to get back to my day-to-day routine. Being away always makes me realize that home really is where the heart is.
So, we board our plane, and I'm really feeling positive and happy. Going home! Have cute baby with me! Chatting with all of my plane neighbours. Trying to soak in the experience and just kept focusing on the fact that in less than 7 hours I would have Theo in my arms.
So, we takeoff. Everything is great. Seatbelt sign still on, so we sit obediently (we were flying in 29D, right in front of the flight attendant). All of a sudden, she gets a call from the pilot. Looks a bit serious but not scared or anything. I don't really think much of it....UNTIL.
I look up to the screen and see that our estimated time remaining in flight has changed from 6:40 to 0:10. 10 minutes?! So I ask the flight attendant what's going on, is this normal, give me some info lady, I have a baby.
So she does her most reassuring-but-not-that-assuring face and says 'there will be an announcement soon'. The mystery and uncertainty of what that meant sent me from a 3 to 10 on the anxiety scale.
Holding Jake close, I realize my whole body is trembling, I'm kind of like, just at the mercy of my emotions. I start silently crying. The type of crying when you're super scared, but also discouraged, and sad, and just like.....WHY WORLD! WHYYYYYYYYY. (Are we gonna seriously crash in a plane right now and never see Theo again?????????????)
So, we landed back in Montreal. They transferred us to a hotel for the night, cause the plane's landing gear was malfunctioning and the wheels wouldn't retract. Not safe. Obviously I stand behind the decision to go back, but I was just so damn discouraged in the moment.
But here's the silver lining!!! Everyone I met at the airport, on the plane, were SO nice to us and I felt such comfort from strangers. There was the guy coming back from a Buddhist retreat in Arizona. He chilled me the F down. Then there was the cute German couple who were just kind of doing this deep belly laugh throughout the ordeal and saying things like 'it's better to land and stay an extra night than to have bigger problems'. TRUTH.
A guy travelling with his young daughter literally pointed to me and screamed 'STAY STRONG. You got this! I LOVE YOU!' (while I was crying at the Swiss Airlines counter. Again. LOL) Some lady carried all my bags while I struggled to carry a sick and cranky baby without the stroller.
I also learnt a lot about my own resilience. I usually HATE airports. I hate the lines and the security checks, and all the stuff you HAVE to do, the waiting, the expensive snacks.
I just don't love that part of travelling.
But this experience forced me to be in an airport for like 10 hours, and I survived!!!
I survived even crying and carrying my 25 pound baby without a stroller, losing a bag, feeling the desperation and longing imagining my little blonde mop of a son at home waiting for me.
AH!
OK, so we got home the next day, and yes, the airport reunion was EPIC. Theo and I ran to each other, each bursting out in tears as we made our way through the crowd. Feeling his warm, fuzzy mop of hair on my face, sticking to the places where the tears had made my face wet, was PERFECTION. Seeing the brothers hold hands and giggle at the realization that they were reunited was really special.
Going to Canada for a second time this year was totally unnecessary but also really necessary! I was so happy to spend time with my family, and friends, again. And seeing the beautiful fall colours of the season was amazing.
Now, no planes for a loooooooooooooooong time.
Here are a few fave photos from the trip.
The good news is that I have weathered the weeks with a pretty good sense of humour (a few meltdowns, but we'll get to that...).
So it all started on Thursday, October 16th, under a Waning Gibbous moon in Taurus.
Arrived to the Montreal airport, baby in tow, after a really beautiful sisterly airport goodbye.
Time to go home, to Switzerland!
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Final sister squeezes in front of mom's place. I'm so grateful to have spent so much quality time with my sis this year. Really special moments <3
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I was so READY, cause I missed my oldest son and husband, and just wanted to get back to my day-to-day routine. Being away always makes me realize that home really is where the heart is.
So, we board our plane, and I'm really feeling positive and happy. Going home! Have cute baby with me! Chatting with all of my plane neighbours. Trying to soak in the experience and just kept focusing on the fact that in less than 7 hours I would have Theo in my arms.
So, we takeoff. Everything is great. Seatbelt sign still on, so we sit obediently (we were flying in 29D, right in front of the flight attendant). All of a sudden, she gets a call from the pilot. Looks a bit serious but not scared or anything. I don't really think much of it....UNTIL.
I look up to the screen and see that our estimated time remaining in flight has changed from 6:40 to 0:10. 10 minutes?! So I ask the flight attendant what's going on, is this normal, give me some info lady, I have a baby.
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| This kid went through ALL the travel methods with such patience. Planes, trains, automobiles, buses, metro, taxis....he's the best. |
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| My original optimistic face before finding out we had to return to Montreal and spend the night in a seedy airport hotel. |
So she does her most reassuring-but-not-that-assuring face and says 'there will be an announcement soon'. The mystery and uncertainty of what that meant sent me from a 3 to 10 on the anxiety scale.
Holding Jake close, I realize my whole body is trembling, I'm kind of like, just at the mercy of my emotions. I start silently crying. The type of crying when you're super scared, but also discouraged, and sad, and just like.....WHY WORLD! WHYYYYYYYYY. (Are we gonna seriously crash in a plane right now and never see Theo again?????????????)
So, we landed back in Montreal. They transferred us to a hotel for the night, cause the plane's landing gear was malfunctioning and the wheels wouldn't retract. Not safe. Obviously I stand behind the decision to go back, but I was just so damn discouraged in the moment.
But here's the silver lining!!! Everyone I met at the airport, on the plane, were SO nice to us and I felt such comfort from strangers. There was the guy coming back from a Buddhist retreat in Arizona. He chilled me the F down. Then there was the cute German couple who were just kind of doing this deep belly laugh throughout the ordeal and saying things like 'it's better to land and stay an extra night than to have bigger problems'. TRUTH.
A guy travelling with his young daughter literally pointed to me and screamed 'STAY STRONG. You got this! I LOVE YOU!' (while I was crying at the Swiss Airlines counter. Again. LOL) Some lady carried all my bags while I struggled to carry a sick and cranky baby without the stroller.
I also learnt a lot about my own resilience. I usually HATE airports. I hate the lines and the security checks, and all the stuff you HAVE to do, the waiting, the expensive snacks.
I just don't love that part of travelling.
But this experience forced me to be in an airport for like 10 hours, and I survived!!!
I survived even crying and carrying my 25 pound baby without a stroller, losing a bag, feeling the desperation and longing imagining my little blonde mop of a son at home waiting for me.
AH!
OK, so we got home the next day, and yes, the airport reunion was EPIC. Theo and I ran to each other, each bursting out in tears as we made our way through the crowd. Feeling his warm, fuzzy mop of hair on my face, sticking to the places where the tears had made my face wet, was PERFECTION. Seeing the brothers hold hands and giggle at the realization that they were reunited was really special.
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| When you see your bestie after almost 2 weeks apart. Dat him! |
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| Drove home from Zurich alternating between holding hands and trying to steal each others' snacks. Typical bros right back at it. |
Going to Canada for a second time this year was totally unnecessary but also really necessary! I was so happy to spend time with my family, and friends, again. And seeing the beautiful fall colours of the season was amazing.
Now, no planes for a loooooooooooooooong time.
Here are a few fave photos from the trip.
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| A beautiful Fall, pink sky. First evening at my sister's place. |
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| Two nephews, one son! The ultimate guy gang. These are special memories. |
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| My clingy mini. He followed me (literally) every single place I went for two weeks. <3 |
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| Besties chilling and catching up <3 |
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| Cousin's beautiful wedding in the Ottawa region |
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| Family <3 |
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| My wedding date. I kinda like the mom finger in the top left of the photo. My mom is notoriously bad at taking photos on cellphones, so it's a little bit of her in this snap haha |
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| Granny supplying cone after cone of maple walnut ice cream! Jake can't even believe he ate so much haha |
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| Thanksgiving 2019 with some very special people. Shoutout to the theme of the day 'YELLOW SHIRTS'!!! |
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| Another beautiful bestie in da house! She braided my hair and we chatted about everything and nothing the night before I went home (or tried to go home haha) |
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| Est. 2019 and Est. 2018. These mini cousins are less than a year apart and oh so cute. |
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