Four Years Ago Today
The packers had been and most of my things were in a crate on a ship back to Australia. My flight was in 10 days from now. My passport needed to go the immigration department to have the visa cancelled. I could not find it!
My pregnancy brain had left my passport in the scanner, after needing a copy of it for the shipping company. It was safely packed up and on its way to Australia. This began a week long relationship with the Australian Embassy - it wasn't pretty, I was emotional with pregnancy hormones. The security guard even gave up putting me through the detection unit, I think he was afraid of my emotional outbursts. And if I could have spoken to an Australian person at the Australian Embassy I might have been happier???
During this week my Aunty had also been diagnosed with terminal cancer.
I was sick of dealing with the laid back attitude of the Emiratee official at work who was not having it that I was passportless and not at all very helpful!
In my head, I knew this baby was a boy. I had already called him Kai. The anxiety and dread that something wasn't right still lingered, and I'd had some spotting which didn't help with the anxiety.
Three Years Ago Today
I was enjoying my pregnancy, enjoying my baby bump, enjoying those kicks from my baby, and happy and relieved that even if she was born now she had a great chance of survival.
To be continued...
Plots
10 hours ago
4 comments:
Wow. What an amazing parallel journey.
Hugs.
I find myself waiting for the next installment.
I have a friend who spent months dealing with the embassy in Jordan where she hit many brick walls!
Hugs to you, darling.
Alison - Looking at it in this perspective, the parallel is definately there
Tiff - This post was really to show all the other stuff I was dealing with at the time
Jeanie - Dealing with embassies is now one of my least favourite activities!
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