Our journey home began with a visit to a pediatrician in Tampa just to make sure we could hit the road. Bryan and I spent our first few days as parents sleeping on the floor (well, not really sleeping) in the townhouse. Bryan tried to plan the unplanable, while I tried to convince myself that we could just wing it.
The doctors visit went really well, so on Tuesday, May 20th, we began our trip home.
Perhaps more experienced parents would have mapped out the good rest stops ahead of time. All Bry and I knew was that we needed to change and feed them every three hours. So after our first stretch of driving we pulled over somewhere near Jacksonville. Once our over packed truck came to a stop, Bryan and I just looked at each other, frozen as to what our next move was. Do we change them in the car? Is there somewhere in side of this broke down Wendy's that has a changing station? Is the guy in the truck next to us with the open wounds and series of scabs on his arms dangerous? These were questions we wished we had fleshed out ahead of time. Instead, we awkwardly changed the babies on the front seat, needing all four of our hands to keep them from rolling into the seat crease and then fed them in the jam packed truck. Nori grunted and Charlie refused to eat. Midway through I mumbled, "We should just go back." Bryan sighed-a sound I had heard a lot over the past four days. We then both exhaled and decided we would only drive to Savannah, rather than our goal of North Carolina. We made it safely to Savannah and sacked out immediately.
We began our next day optimistic. We learned from day one and now knew where the better bathrooms can be found. We made it to our goal: Richmond, Virginia. The Marriot was very accommodating and the look on the face of the man who delivered our room service at the pile of babies on the bed was priceless.
Our final leg led us to New Jersey. Our final pit stop was a warm welcome at Paul, Crista, and Emma's. I thought I would not let go once I hugged Crista-like a castaway embracing land after being lost at sea. We re-fueled body and soul and then began our last few miles.
Nona greeted us with a giant smile. Balloons announced our new arrivals. A welcome home introduction kit was left for Charlie and Nori compliments of the Knouses, Ribon's, and Taylor's-all our favorite places in an envelope.
Home. I have found it in many places and in many people, but to touch down in the place Bryan and I created together that has been filled with the love and laughter of our friends and family with our new creations felt like a never ending embrace.
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YAYYY. I know I'm not the only one who checks the blog everyday, even though I knew you hadn't even unpacked your laptop until just the other day! I am so very happy you are all home. Watching your journey from Tampa to Red Bank made me cry one last time at how much I missed you all. Love, Aunt Amanda aka Tyler's Mom
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