A Plane Ride...and puke

Here we are in the airport and on the plane in our pursuit to meet the new member of our family, Zoey Bug. 1 plane change was necessary in Houston, and other than running through the terminal with a little one who wants to walk by herself and me almost dragging her because I was terrified of missing the next flight, we made it there without tears or meltdowns. The 2 plane rides to get back home 6 days later were an entirely different story. I used 2 barf bags and yes, I was mortified. At first. And then I didn't care at all, I just wanted to get back on the ground. I also cried more than I should have in public. There are no pictures from these flights. It wasn't pretty.