A Very Long Day...

Steven and I were up early the next morning - we showered and went downstairs to grab some breakfast.  I had made my mind up that I would patiently wait for a phone call from Lucy to let me know what kind of options we had to get Pax home, but downstairs as we were eating our breakfast, the news on T.V. was continuous coverage of Haiti and all of the damage, rescue efforts, etc. from the earthquake.  As I watched I began to lose the will to be patient.  I decided to step outside and see if I could get Lucy on the phone.  I did.  She had plans to get Pax out of Haiti that day but she wasn't sure when or how.   We secured a flight to Haiti for late that afternoon as a backup plan just incase something went wrong on the other end.  We spent the day with Steve, Amanda, and Joshua.  It was a Very Long day. We found out later that Pax would be flying into Miami escorted by a orthopedic surgeon who was returning from relief work in Haiti.  When the time finally came, we headed over to Miami airport to wait for the arrival of our son.  We got there WAY early and we had to wait several hours.  We passed the time as well as we could and we waited.  When the plane landed we moved over where we could see people as they came through customs and we waited some more.  Steven had spoken to the doctor (Veronica) on the phone so we were certain by this time that they were there, but getting through customs took a long time.  Groups of people in scrubs were coming through and I couldn't help but wonder what they had done, what they had seen, and how it was going to affect them as they returned here to the U.S.  Then a young, dark haired doctor came through those doors with our boy in her arms.  Her mother had been waiting for her and she came through and met us she was smiling and she handed me my son.