Last week was a bit hectic at our house....the normal drama that a 2 1/2 year old brings AND trying to work out a trip to Maryland to see Justin.
It all started when we heard that Justin could possibly be in Bethesda 4 more weeks. We decided we had to go. Russ called the Marines Tuesday evening and asked if it was a possibility for us to fly up there (when Russ was there earlier in the month, the told him that if he wanted to come back, they would take care of it) Friday or Saturday and return Monday or Tuesday. Russ calls back an hour later to say that we'd prefer to leave on Saturday and the Marine liason says, "I already have your iternary!" Well ****!!
We're leaving Friday evening and returning Tuesday evening. Well double ****!
I was a basket case because we've only spent one night away from Riley (both of us gone) and the thought of 5 nights away just did me in. Dropping (babysitting) that on my mother did me in again. We'd thought a 3 day weekend would do the trick. 5 days was more than I could stomach on such short notice. Let the drama begin. Mom adjusted to it quicker than I did (thank goodness)!!
Wednesday we get a text from Kim that the doctor came in and mentioned that they would be releasing Justin on Saturday. HUH? We'd be arriving in D.C. at 1:00 a.m. Saturday morning. Just when we thought there couldn't be anymore drama, there was. Were we going or not?
For 2 whole days I accomplished nothing. Did I do laundry or not? Do I pack or not? Do I make "sub plans" for Mom or not? It was paralyzing to me. That's how I work--it's not a blessing!!
Friday at noon.....our plane left at 7:20 that evening, we got the call that Justin was indeed leaving and going to San Antonio. Up until that point, we didn't know if we'd be on a plane, needing a babysitter or not. My mom was so wonderful and rolled with the punches as they came...she was on stand-by!!
Friday we were back in the air again...Maryland was out, but when did we need to go to San Antonio? Friday? Saturday? We heard Justin would be leaving Maryland at 10:00 a.m. Okay, we'll go Saturday and possibly see him that evening. Then we found out he'd be making 4 stops along the way and may not be there until late. If that was the case, he'd surely be exhausted and not up for visitors.
John (his dad) sent Russ a text at 5:15 to inform us that they'd landed. We booked a room in San Antonio, alerted my mom (our at-your-service-babysitter) and packed an overnight bag. We headed to San Antonio about 6:00, went straight to Brooks Army Medical Center, and were told Justin hadn't arrived yet. HUH? Turned out he just wasn't int he system yet, he was still being looked over in emergency and having some x-rays. We went to the emergency room and there were 2 familiar faces. Uh-oh....Orange Grove knows. We were trying to keep that a secret so we could get a visit before the entire town showed up! We should've known.
More family (and more O.G.) arrived. We finally got to see Justin and he looked great. He was so happy to see us--we were so happy to see HIM! We visited for a while, then the moved him into a room. A two-person room, but he's the only one in it! Lucky for us, the staff was lenient on us and the rules because we wouldn't be bothering another person, just Justin!!