Sunrise over Sydney

And here we are in Sydney! When I was in labor with Aurora I had no idea what to expect. It was intense but I kept waiting for the moment to come when I would scream out for drugs and wish it all away. When the midwife finally arrived she observed me for a while and finally decided she needed more information to know how imminent labor was - she suspected I still had hours left. And then I was actually 9 cm. I know you must be thinking what does this have anything to do with air travel. But this is exactly how I felt today. I was daunted by the hours of plane time ahead. Our bags were loaded with snacks and toys and magic tricks and we were wearing our best grin and bear it expressions. We got onto our second and longer flight (15.5 hours of Pacific crossing) and busily began putting children to sleep to make the flight more bearable. And we all snoozed off and on as long as we wished or could bear. And then when I could no longer stand another minute with my eyes shut and Tova lying on my chest breastfeeding I looked at the screen and there were only 4 hours left!  That wasnt too bad at all! And much like childbirth I would do it again. Much like childbirth all the hassle and stress and exhaustion were worth the miracle of arriving on another continent, another hemisphere, another day. Plus it was way easier than childbirth.

Chain Gang on the Harbour Bridge