We fiddled with the car seat and finally figured it out enough that the man who escorted us out of the hospital was satisfied and let us drive away.
Getting past security was interesting. Since I had a babe in arms, I didn't go through the regular security procedure. They wiped my hands with something and I tested positive for explosives. (I am wondering what baby stuff is explosive?) I had to go into a special room to get patted down and I watched them go through my entire bag. It was really a funny experience. I'm sure I am one of the few people to go through the second level of security who was being fussed over because I have an adorable tiny baby. While they were patting me down making sure I wasn't smuggling anything nefarious on the plane, I was being congratulated and fussed over. It made me chuckle.
Once I got to the gate, I had the people who were waiting with me absolutely lose it over Patrick.
We got personally escorted and preboarded by a nice Welsh flight attendant (I thought she sounded Irish and I got very excited)
I had to break down the concentrator and all my luggage into pieces that fit in the overhead bins and under the seat. It was quite time consuming, but a little baby causes people to be very patient .
We got all hooked up and survived the 1 hour flight. He was so over stimulated that he slept like a log.
Brent let the Young Women know we were coming home and they made us this adorable sign! We feel so loved!
The puppies met Patrick. They are still adjusting, but things are going well.
People were very generous and I came home to this:
It's so good to be home!