After a very rough travel day, our last plane ride arrived at 11:00pm. It was a long day's journey made difficult because I became ill all of a sudden, with violent vomiting followed by other uncomfortable issues (sparing the TMI here), at the Shanghai airport. My mom and sister were absolutely incredible in taking care of Chloe, me and the luggage, sparing any thoughts of comforts for themselves. They did all the could to get me, baby Yun-Yun, and the luggage through the Chinese security and onto the plane ride home. In Shanghai, my sister asked me to just lean on the luggage cart, and she would get us through, we agreed to say I had a fear of flying if questioned at all as we were getting on that plane home!
I tried to sleep the first three hours and heard Chloe crying in the background, wanting to help, but not able to lift my head without feeling the need to vomit more. Finally, my mother asked me to try to hold Chloe as my sister was at her wits end handling an overstimulated baby and I had been unable to hold my head up and give her any attention for hours. God answers prayers for giving me healing and Chloe settled somewhat more peacefully in my arms but fought sleep for another two hours. The unfortunate passengers around us had to listen to baby cries and much squirming until she finally gave in to sleep.
I started feeling better just before we landed in Chicago, and just in time to literally run through the airport trying to make our connection. Even with the magical orange "Express Connection" pass, which allowed us to jump lines, and running frantically through terminals, we missed the connecting flight. The somewhat rude counter staff had given our seats away five minutes earlier with a cursory explanation that they had not been called that we were on our way. There will be a letter or two written to American Airlines for their lack of customer service and common courtesy language skills. There will probably also be a post in the feature about whether chivalry is dead in America or if it only exists in the traditions of the south.
At long last we arrived at our home airport late in the evening, met by some very special family and friends who had promissed to be waiting there no matter how late it was. What a welcoming site to see their smiles, joyful faces, posters and flags greeting us! Through tears and hugs, we found our comfort zone again.
For this very special little girl, we are no longer oceans apart. Travelling around the world to bring her home was only a part of the journey. China was everything and more than I could have imagined. Gone are the thoughts of a cold, Communist country, replaced by memories of a nation surviving, balancing it's long-standing traditions while integrating more modern ways. To experience, the historical intertwined with the modern of Beijing, the crazy driving and millions of traditional people of Nanchang, and the more serene Shamian Island of Guangzhou, we left China richer for having experienced its culture and beauty. We also left humbly blessed by being allowed to bring precious Yun-Yun home. I will be forever grateful to that special nation half-way around the world for allowing me to become a mothe and to my own nation of the U.S. for allowing my little girl to become a citizen and able to enjoy the privileged freedoms we have on our own soil, freedoms of endless opportunities.
Chloe entered her new home with wide-eyed wonder, taking in the surroundings very carefully. Seeing the dogs brought smiles on her face and squeels of laughter when they came close. It is evident that their bond will be quick. We took our first walk in the neighborhood this afternoon as she watched the dogs walk by her stroller and met some kids across the street. Her nights are still full of fitful sleep as she struggles to understand and accept her new home and family. I think my adjustment to jet-lag will be harder than hers, I just wish I could ease her sleeping and trust. As I lay here watching her sleep, all I can think of is how blessed I am. Thank you, Jesus. Sleep well, little one, you are home at last, and our journey is just beginning all anew.
Here's a few photos of our last days in China. This baby girl loves to eat and has those precious baby rolls of thighs to prove it!