Monday, September 24, 2012

Home Sweet Home (away from home, again)

We moved on from our comfortable quarters today and into a hotel that is near the hospital where T will deliver. It was a three-hour trip filled with much curiosity and more pondering how the coming weeks will unfold. We texted T to let her know we were going to be around and that if she wanted to meet, we will be just a quick ride away. That important meeting is still looming out there for all of us. We're assuming she's nervous about it. We definitely are.

We thought we were calm, collected and ready to move into our own space to "nest" a bit where we'll bring her "home" for the first time. Then we arrived.

It is a fantastic suite. We're getting free breakfasts and dinners, a full kitchen and a super comfy, big bed. There's a pool, jacuzzi and a tub to soak in. Oh, and there are fresh cookies at the desk, all of the time. Yay! Despite all these fancy pants details, we were definitely not under the impression that we are here on a mindless vacation.

Within about 10 minutes of wheeling our bags in and starting to set them up, Tiffany got dizzy and a little off-kilter. Nothing to worry about, it's just how her body says (make that SCREAMS) "WOAH! Did you know you're undergoing some major emotional ride right now?!" Duh. Hello, body. Catch up, would you?! Remember when some of you commented on how well we're handling all of this? Well, this is what happens when she handles it well. Her body thinks she's not paying attention and forces a little slow down.

We went to dinner and afterwards we came back, lit some candles and sat holding hands. We each got to touch in and say what we were feeling. It helped tremendously.

We began to settle into our home away from home. Tiffany unpacked everything and found a home for all of Meadow's little essentials. Josh worked for an hour on the ins and outs of one of our three baby carriers. He's got it down pat. Luckily, the bottle of tequila we were gifted yesterday makes a perfect weight with which he can practice. (No, we're not opening it yet.) Yeah, we feel ready.