I’m trying not to have a sense of doom about our flight back to England this evening. Nathaniel has some tummy trouble that has had him up and yelling and fussing for long stretches over the last few days–particularly in the middle of the night. He’s not pacified by feeding or bouncing–only by warm baths. He’s also far more mobile than he was when he arrived, and I doubt he’ll be keen on sitting quietly in my lap. I am not sure that we’ll be able to get a bassinet for him on the flight, either, and he doesn’t really sleep when reclined on a lap. Katherine has managed to worm her way out of nap time in the last several days, so she isn’t really up on her sleep. We’re also taking an overnight flight, and she doesn’t really sleep when she’s away from home. See why I’m worried?
But the goal is to arrive safely in England, so, even if Sydney has to scrape me off the tarmac upon arrival and endure some glares from my fellow passengers, we’ll be glad if we just get there without serious delay or danger.