16th
Travel
Jens and Hannah and I arrived back in Lincoln only 9 hours later than scheduled. Last Sunday, June 8, was a nightmare flying through Chicago because Chicago O’Hare airport is what it is and there were also thunderstorms. Our connecting flight was initially delayed and then cancelled. Only by the grace and kindness of Ivan and Matthew with the United ground personnel, were we the last to be squeezed onto the last flight to Lincoln that night, with 6-month-old Hannah wrapped to my body, thankfully asleep. She was an incredible little traveler. We boarded the flight about 30 minutes late at 9 pm, sat on the runway 45 minutes and returned to the gate to wait out the line of thunderstorms. We boarded again in 2 hours, sat on the runway another 2 hours and took off at approx. 2:30 am, arriving in Lincoln around 3:45. After driving home and showering, we landed in bed as it began to get light outside around 5. Hannah knows no mercy and was ready to begin her day at 7:30. Needless to say, last Monday was rough.
Jens and I left already last Friday for our 16-hour drive down to New Orleans, Louisiana. Many consider us nuts for driving 16-hours but with the state of the airlines coupled with summer weather, it may have taken us just as long to fly. And if I had to face another airport again last Friday, I may have had a nervous breakdown. The details and reasons for this trip I will share at a later date after we have digested them on the long drive home beginning this afternoon.
This was my first time away from Hannah Louise and the pumping has gotten old. Here in post-Katrina New Orleans, we have seen the brand-new pumping stations throughout the city (we are staying in a house our friends here bought which sits 4 feet below sea level), and I myself also feel like a pumping station. Time to head home.
