Background:
Andrew just finished a two week anesthesia away rotation in Salt Lake City, Utah. The kids and I were able to tag along and it was wonderful. We were able to stay with my parents and see a lot of awesome people. (Except the Palmer Grandparents, sorry.) I was tired but LOVED every day.
We left last Saturday and spent all day in airplanes and in our car. Finally we arrived home just to turn around the next day (our anniversary) and take Andrew back to the airport so he could start a four week anesthesia rotation in El Paso.
Story:
I want to prefece this story with a reminder to all that I'm pregnant. I'm finally in my third trimester and my hormones are going CRAZY!!!
I didn't really start to cry until we turned into the airport. By the time we said our good-byes I was pretty inconsolable. Poor Andrew. I'm sure he got a lot of weird looks from people. When Ebby realized he was not going on the plane with Andrew he had a melt down, screaming and thrashing around in his car seat. As I started to drive away Ebby realized that I was making more of a fuss then him and stopped.
Completely calm he said, "Mommy, what's wrong?"
"I really miss Daddy."
"Oh, it's ok Mommy. Daddy's coming back."
"Thanks Ebby."
Later that same day (during another crying episode) Autumn dropped her toys, ran over and gave me a hug.
I don't know how I would have managed yesterday without my loving kids.
