On our way home ... Part Three
Five Years Ago Today ... an Abby’s Road
anniversary
October 10, 2009. We received
permission from New York AND Illinois to go home. We got our train tickets and
headed to Penn Station. From there to the nation’s capital.
Starting at page 171:
“Among the many nice things about
babies is there is no need for an alarm clock. Among the many horrible things
about babies is there is no need for an alarm clock. By the time the alarm rang
at four that Saturday morning we had already fed and changed Abigail, showered
and packed our last bits of belongings. I paid our bill (actually Capital One
did and I paid them – still paying them for that matter) and pushed our luggage
carrier to the motel shuttle.
Other people were on the shuttle for
the Long Island Railroad station that morning too. That surprised me – it was
4:30 for gosh sakes! It took a long time to get to the station, and the train
pulled up just as we paid for our tickets to Penn Station. We found a nice
niche to ourselves and settled back for the next hour or so.
The ticket-taker walked past a few
times. We laughed as men bolted the train during stops as the ticket-taker
approached. They had no ticket and were riding for free. Thieves!
Soon we were at famous Penn Station.
I thought about looking around, but decided against it. It was a long walk to
the Amtrak station, but the way was clearly marked. There were a few homeless
people sleeping in the hallways as we passed. We don’t have much of that in our
small town so it was hard for me to ignore them. I thought about the hundreds
of people that pass by without as much as a glance. Are they cold for doing so?
No, not really; but that in itself is also a problem, isn’t it?
A friendly Amtrak lady checked us in
and told us that since we had a sleeper car for the trip from DC to Chicago, we
could stay in the VIP lounge at all three stations. We were prepared to lay on
benches and wait, but instead spent our layovers on comfy couches with clean
bathrooms and complementary sodas, tea, coffee and snacks.
I kept Abigail snuggled on my chest
while in the lounge at Penn Station. The train to Washington DC was delayed in
Boston for several hours. I wasn’t worried about missing our connection – it
wasn’t for another twelve hours.
Esther took some photos of Abigail
and me trying to snooze. The VIP lounge was the perfect tonic. We got to relax.
It reminded me of going to Long Island – this was happening. Really happening.
We are forty-eight hours from home.“
***
“Abby’s Road, the Long and Winding Road to Adoption and
how Facebook, Aquaman and Theodore Roosevelt Helped” leads a couple through
their days of infertility treatments and adoption. It is told with gentle (and
sometimes not-so-gentle) humor from the perspective of a nerdy father and his
loving and understanding wife.
Join Mike and Esther as they go through IUIs and IFVs, as they
search for an adoption agency, are selected by a birth mother, prepare their
house, prepare their family, prepare themselves and wait for their daughter to
be born a thousand miles from home.
Abby’s Road is available at Amazon here: http://www.amazon.com/Abbys-Road-Long-Winding-Adoption/product-reviews/0692221530/ref=cm_cr_pr_top_recent?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=0&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescending
at Barnes and Noble here: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/abbys-road-the-long-and-winding-road-to-adoption-and-how-facebook-aquaman-and-theodore-roosevelt-helped-michael-curry/1119971924?ean=9780692221532
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