I have to admit I'm feeling a little melancholy this morning. At five o'clock today Sean and I were supposed to take off for Ireland. We have most of the stuff we needed for the trip...good duffel bags, outlet adapters, travel clocks and pillows, and so on. Granted I said all along what a great problem it would be if we didn't go to Ireland because we were adopting a baby, but it's still a little hard since it's a major dream of mine that's slipping away for a long time.
In the last few days I have discovered we can't travel with the baby since she won't have a permanent copy of a birth certificate for well over a year, we don't really have someone to watch her and regardless it would be so hard to leave her behind, and then the kicker is if we transferred the tickets to a different date we'd also have to pay for the current fare changes...for instance, summer time=peak time=highest ticket prices. Well, if we could afford those easily we would have already gone to Ireland by now...we found an amazing deal on these tickets that's why we were going.
You know now Darby Jane is never going to be born this week as we stay home, but you also KNOW that if we did board that plane today Roxanna would go into labor and we'd have to come right back, all the while risking not being here in time for our daughter to be born. That's just the way life seems to work, huh? :)
I'm working with the airline, begging for a refund...I've worked my way through three supervisors at this point and will here from another one early next week, as of now we have a hold on the tickets through November 4, 2006. If it doesn't work will just chalk it up in our minds as one of our adoption expenses. In the meantime I'll periodically gaze at the pink closet and the ultrasound photos hanging on the fridge.
Motherhood means sacrifices, right? Ireland will always be there...
and one day so will I. :)
