This will be a short post. I just wanted to note that we went for dinner in Moscow at 4:00. We had to check out first and wait for Vladimir to come get us at 7pm for our 11pm flight. So we decided to kill time eating. Well… I ordered a pizza and couldn’t eat but a few bites. I spent the rest of the time in the Marriot bathroom puking and dry heaving from 4pm till 7pm. I didn’t know how I was ever going to get on that plane. I felt weak and very sick. As I was kneeling on the cold marble floor puking in the handicapped bathroom stall of the public bathroom and psychicly willing people to not come in — All I could think about was getting to my kids no matter what. I didn’t want to spend another day in Moscow. I knew if I could get to Kaz… I could “start the clock” for the court required visitation and I didn’t want to be away from Emma any longer then I had to. But what if I didn’t stop puking? Would I be able to get enough barf bags on the plane?

Thankfully at about 7:00 I stopped throwing up. I felt like crap, but thought I could make it. Maybe it was food poisoning? Maybe it was the ice in the water? Maybe I was all spazed out about having to deal with the customs guards? Who knows.

Our plane was delayed again. Ugh. Our plane didn’t leave till 12am. We were so tired. We got on the plane and slept for the 4 hour flight…or tried to. This would be the only sleep we would get till the next day at 7pm Kaz time. (10pm Moscow time) We didn’t even sleep the four hours. How do you sleep when you are in labor? I was about to meet my children.

I woke up about a half hour before we landed to a beautiful sunrise out the window of the plane. I could see the mountains. Black sky, with a bright orange horizon. The moment wasn’t lost on me that this “new day” was going to be the beginning of a new life for me and my kids.

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