The flights were uneventful <insert sigh of relief
here>. She made nary a peep during the flights. Then, we found our way out
from baggage claim to the taxi stand. We got a taxi van to the hotel. That’s
when it started. She let loose. We only had a half hour trip, but it felt
infinitely longer than that. She shrieked the entire time. The driver was shaky
from her screams and asked if she had a pacifier. My response, “She won’t have
anything to do with a pacifier.” <And that’s the truth. Just like her Momma.
And no one has been able to shut me up ever since!> I tried what I could to
get her to calm down. About the only thing that would settle her were the brief
punctuations of cobblestones. I was next to her in the back seat. I didn’t get
a chance to see anything but the Superdome.
We made it to the hotel, and I ran immediately to the poster
session. A friend, E, had taken care of everything for me: got the
poster—outrageous!, got it put up, and was waiting for me. She was excited to
hear about the baby. I wanted to talk to her more about being a single mother
and her son, but it got lost in the hubbub. I finished out our time and headed
to the room. Mom had been a bit overwhelmed with Boop; so I got the room sorted
out and got the luggage from the bellhop. Normally, I’m able to handle my
luggage very well, but adding a crying baby and stroller into the mix made
things too complicated. We finally got to bed.
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