Dear people who were at Dulles Airport yesterday evening,
That crazy lady running through the airport in sheer panic because she thought for sure she would miss her flight after standing helplessly in the most horrendous security line in the history of the planet may or may not have been me. Yes, the one with the girl who looked like Lucy who decided she needed to sit down in the middle of the floor and have a little pout in the midst of the mad scramble while her mother frantically begged her to please cooperate as she tried to balance a myriad of carry-ons because the darn baggage check line was too crazy too. Didn’t that mother know that the simple frenzied-begging-with-tears-in-your-eyes never works with that little girl of hers?
You’ll be pleased to know that that particular mother (who admittedly had a striking resemblance to me) did make that flight she was scrambling to get to by the skin of her teeth (she had to get home to her other children), and that she proceeded to make up some pretty darn good games on the plane to keep that crazy daughter of hers occupied for five hours.
Just wanted to clarify that. And that that mother felt really bad she was too frantic to profusely thank the very kind people who offered to help her get to that plane.
Love, Shawni (fellow traveler who saw the whole thing)
And as a side-note, isn’t it interesting how when your plane has a ton of turbulence you can’t stop being thankful when you finally land, but that when your flight is smooth-sailing you forget how amazing it is that an airplane carrying hundreds of people can actually get you from point “a” to point “b” safely? You forget to cherish the fact that you are alive and that the events of the following week will, indeed still be able to take place because you still exist? Our flight had the worst turbulence I have ever, ever felt. We were on a complete roller coaster jumping and diving through the sky because of the storm we were trying to land in here in the desert. Everyone was silent…you could have heard a pin drop (I even heard someone sobbing) except for Lucy who was happily telling me stories and then proceeded to yell that she wanted orange juice right now. Everyone clapped and clapped when we landed.
So here we are, back home, ready for a day snuggling together while watching conference. And I’m so, so thankful for that.
Following are the pictures I eeked out of my little camera from our trip (I was definitely not in photography mode):
Dave played “memory” with her approximately 39 times.
…and some, not so good:
This is how Dave and I felt from trying to cajole her to be somewhat cooperative over and over and over again.
Lucy loves me. But man alive she LOVES her Dad. She worships the ground he walks on. So being there with some serious undivided attention from him was right up her alley.
That place they are walking to is called “The “Children’s Inn” and we were so thankful that we got to stay there.
There were art rooms, computer game rooms, teen rooms, etc. but Lucy’s favorites were the tree house playroom (above) and this little puzzle cove (below).There was a big park out back surrounded by the most gorgeous trees:
Seriously, check out that green.
Lucy did that puzzle about 64 times. Oh man she is now an expert at that thing.
Above is the anesthesiologist ready to put the mask on Lucy to help her go to sleep. He was SO great, especially considering Lucy had a little cough and Dave and I were up a good chunk of the night before wondering whether we should even go through with this.
The nurses were SO nice to Lucy, especially since it was her birthday. They ordered a cake for her and gave her some nice presents. Even though she was totally loopy and grumpy and throwing herself around, that cake sure made her perk right up.
They even ordered ice cream which she ate like she was drunk. Wow, it took her a long time to come out of that, even when she got to have all those things she doesn’t normally get to have (she doesn’t eat sugar at home at all).
These two women were amazing. They were the ones “hosting” us and they were so great with Lucy, but most especially with us. The one on the right is the one I had had a bunch of contact with on the phone before we went and it was so great to finally meet her. Did I mention how great it was to have doctors who really know what BBS is?j
Each night we were there we got to visit some of our best friends we had when we lived there way back when.
These guys are our wonderful friends from Hungary we have so many great memories with:
Their kids have grown like weeds. Their oldest daughter is quite an amazing artist who, among all the things she’s done is working on a drawing of our kids.
Isn’t she talented?
Lucy latched onto one of their daughters like a bee to honey. The poor girl sure put up with Lucy so nicely.
We went to my very favorite restaurant (Sweetwater Tavern) with our other dear friends:
(She has started a great website here you should check out…so many great tips about saving money every way you can think of.)
One night we went out to dinner with my brother and his wife who live in D.C. They came back to hang out with us at NIH later that night:
And last but not least we got to meet up with our friends who moved to VA from right here in our neighborhood almost two years ago. They have left a gaping hole here and I just found out that every time Claire gets a wish (birthday candles, eyelash, etc.), she wishes that these guys would move back.
All in all, it was quite an amazing trip. Very tiring and exhausting with some really good stuff and some bad mixed in too. The bottom line is that Lucy is really doing so well…her kidneys and heart are functioning great, she is learning and progressing mentally very well (I still thank my lucky stars every day for her preschool). But I must admit it was heartbreaking at the end. The big sedated eye test (ERG) showed a little more deterioration in the retinas than we had thought it would. And that’s always hard to hear. The doctor was quite amazing and told us not to loose hope…there’s so much research going on in the eyesight category right now and you never know what the future will bring. But right now the prognosis isn’t great. And that’s hard to hear.
We are so incredibly thankful for NIH.