Hi everyone! We are back from Seattle. Long, long, tiring day in the air yesterday. We had a whole 34 minute layover in OHARE of all places yesterday (which is NOT condusive to short layovers, so we literally ran from gate to gate and made it just in time...no water or beverages on the plane, so we were all dehydrated and starving and it was some serious suckage. They even made us dump out Cully's water in his sippy cup AFTER they had told us at check in that it was okay (and on every sign in the airport). Frustrating. But we're home, recovering from some jet lag, and Cully is seriously happy to see the cats. I am going to pick up Sammy from her dad's in a few, I miss her so much.
9/11 - tuppence, meli, et al...I can't imagine being in NY during that. Sam's dad had heard it all unfold on Howard Stern, and upon realizing it was for real, ran into the bedroom where I was still sleeping, and yelled at me to get up as he turned on the tv. All I saw was fire, I thought it was something in Boston. Then, I realized what was going on as he explained what was happening. I spent a furious several minutes trying to call my friend Paul who usually flew to NYC to his offices on Tuesdays (in the WTC). He had cancelled his flight and was supposed to go the next day, as he didn't have some presentation ready or something. He lost nearly everyone in his NY offices. We watched the towers fall as it happened, it was so surreal. When the first one fell, we were just standing there saying "oh my god, oh my god"...you never thought the second one would fall, too. We were literally stunned into silence there for a few minutes. We kept wondering what was going to be next...there was a plane still in the air to LA or something for a little while, if you remember, and we were just waiting to see what was going to be hit next.
Sam's dad's offices are in NY, and he flew there quite frequently at that point, so much of the morning was phone calls to us from friends and family to find out where we were. Downtown Boston had gotten essentially evacuated, there was national guard everywhere. I called work to see if I should go in, the manager said no - they had tv's set up on the counter, and the only people in the store were stopping in to literally sit on the floor and watch. It was terrible here in Boston - I can't imagine NY.
Sam's dad lost a college friend on one of the flights that went in to a tower...I can't remember which one. He didn't find out until they started listing names. I was glued to the tv for days - I'll admit. Mike had taken Sam to the video store to rent a movie, as we really needed something else to see for a little while. While they were gone, I fell asleep and had a dream that Boston had been attacked, and that I couldn't find them. What a nightmare that whole period of time was. Sam was nearly 3, she had asked what was wrong at one point when I was crying. I told her that some really bad people had done some really bad things that had hurt a lot of people (I don't think I said "killed" to her at that point). She asked if they were going in a time out. I'll always remember that little bit of innocence. The thing that I remember most about the rest of that day, and for several days afterwards, was that everytime we heard a plane, we'd go out on our porch to see what it was. Everyone else on our street was also outside, looking at the plane. It was just so bizarre. There is an air force base about 15 miles away from our house, so there were fighter planes going by all day, as they were patrolling the Boston Harbor. National Guard was everywhere, they brought in warships to guard the harbor, it was just surreal. I still have the newspaper from September 12.
Anyway...I still get choked up thinking about it. It was so hard going into NYC after that and not seeing those towers. Made it so much more real. I don't know about you all, but I refuse to go see any of these freaking movies about it...really sickens me that they are being made at all. The actual footage from it was 100000 times worse than anything Oliver Stone could put together, and IMO he should be ashamed of himself for doing so. The thing that creeps me out is that the one guy, Mohammad Atta, lived down the street. Literally. He was living in Newton, MA, just one town over. The thought of that made me sick.
Anne - I got braxton hicks REALLY early with Cully, my midwife said it's normal...and sorry to hear you are sick again