We were so busy with mom that I didn't get my doctor's note to fly. I really didn't think it would be a big deal since nobody even asked to see my doctor's note for the previous 7 flights I thought wrong. We get to Frankfurt and it's not too horrible. Aidan is exhausted and having a tantrum, he just wants to sleep. We get to our gate and went through our only security checkpoint (yeah!). I'm asked how many weeks pregnant I am and lie, saying 29 weeks. I figured I'd play it safe, thank God I lied (I was actually 31 weeks). We're all sitting down, Aidan is falling asleep in my lap when a airport employee pulls Patrick aside. Apparently I can't fly after 28 weeks without a doctor's note. Patrick told them that they had to tell me that they weren't going to let me fly, he wasn't going to tell me that. Apparently the airport guy tried to fight Patrick on that, but Patrick won. Which meant I was pulled out of the gate witha screaming 3 year old to be given this delightful news.
I was so angry, and tired, and trying to cover up the fact that I was so congested that I couldn't actually hear anymore. They were going to let me call my doctor in Dubai, but I explained that she was at the Olympics and nobody would be able to access my file because it was a weekend in Dubai. I also pointed out that I wouldn't be able to call my doctor in the US (I was going to see if Melissa would fib for me) as it was 3 a.m. there. I was ready to cry and kept saying, "But I'm just six hours away from home, please let me go." I was really pathetic but didn't have the f-bomb melt down that I had in New Jersey. Finally they told me to just lie and say I was 28 weeks pregnant when I borded the plane.
Thank God!
Of course we wait in line at passport control for over an hour and when we finally make it home we find that NONE of the maintenance work had been done. No painting, no handle replaced on the back door (it was just a hole that I had taped up), weather stripping was still missing from two doors (so there was a pile of sand inside), and the AC was still coming through the ceiling threatening to squash whoever was going to the bathroom. I said screw it and went to bed.
On the other hand, we've had no problem getting Aidan to take a bath or brush his teeth now that we're back. He's about five shades lighter now that he's had a decent scrub down.
Sarah, Aidan's nanny, has been a huge help getting things unpacked. The house is coming together nicely and I hope to have pictures up soon.
I was so angry, and tired, and trying to cover up the fact that I was so congested that I couldn't actually hear anymore. They were going to let me call my doctor in Dubai, but I explained that she was at the Olympics and nobody would be able to access my file because it was a weekend in Dubai. I also pointed out that I wouldn't be able to call my doctor in the US (I was going to see if Melissa would fib for me) as it was 3 a.m. there. I was ready to cry and kept saying, "But I'm just six hours away from home, please let me go." I was really pathetic but didn't have the f-bomb melt down that I had in New Jersey. Finally they told me to just lie and say I was 28 weeks pregnant when I borded the plane.
Thank God!
Of course we wait in line at passport control for over an hour and when we finally make it home we find that NONE of the maintenance work had been done. No painting, no handle replaced on the back door (it was just a hole that I had taped up), weather stripping was still missing from two doors (so there was a pile of sand inside), and the AC was still coming through the ceiling threatening to squash whoever was going to the bathroom. I said screw it and went to bed.
On the other hand, we've had no problem getting Aidan to take a bath or brush his teeth now that we're back. He's about five shades lighter now that he's had a decent scrub down.
Sarah, Aidan's nanny, has been a huge help getting things unpacked. The house is coming together nicely and I hope to have pictures up soon.
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