Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Friday the Thirteenth - 1, Stephanie - 0

Last week, I mentioned how excited I was that it was Friday the 13th. Had you been with me at approximately 5:30PM that evening, you would have seen anything BUT excitement on my face.

Months ago, I planned a trip to Illinois to visit my youngest brother on his birthday along with my parents and middle brother. We were going to stay in IL for the weekend, celebrating baby brother's birthday and watching him play ball on Saturday (their home opener of the season). Connor and I were going to travel to IL Friday and fly home Sunday. A quick trip to visit family and watch some pigskin.

Life decided otherwise.

Connor came down with an ugly virus on Thursday. Fever, diarrhea and very little appetite. Poor guy couldn't sleep and only wanted to cuddle Momma. While taking care of him, I couldn't help but think I was going to have to cancel my trip. As much as I wanted Connor to be better for him and every one else, I really wanted to see my family. I hadn't seen my brothers since May. Friday morning comes and Connor is still sick and not getting better. In steps Daddy. James tells me to go to IL, he would take care of Connor. Enter mom guilt. As much as I knew Connor was in good heads and that I could only do so much for him (truly nothing different that what James had to offer), I felt awful thinking about going. I decided last minute that I would go, solo. The idea of taking Connor, sick and fevered, with me was totally out of the question.

For the first time in 10 1/2 months, I left my baby. Overnight. Thank God he was with his Daddy. I cried while kissing him goodbye and the majority of the way to the airport. I talked to my Mom and she reinforced the point that Connor was in good hands with his Daddy and this would give me a little break. The more I talked to her and the more I thought it through, I knew it was okay leaving him. It was just for 2 days.

I arrived at the airport at 3:30, grabbed some a late lunch and located my assigned gate, number 13. My flight was to start boarding at 4:55. 5:13 rolls around and there is an announcement that the plane we were scheduled to take off in has a mechanical issue and will not be available for our flight. The groans and what the hells could be heard throughout ABIA. The other passengers and I got in line to wait our turn to see what could be done to get us to our final destinations.

At this point, I'm thinking that I will just have the airline cancel my ticket and I will head home to cuddle with my sick baby. Unfortunately, I had purchased a non-refundable ticket, along with a equally non-refundable hotel room in IL. After waiting in line for OVER 2 hours, I was told that there is no way they can get to me Springfield Friday night, however, I could fly into St. Louis and then drive 2+ hours to Jacksonville. It was either stick it out and go with plan B or piss away over $600 in a lost ticket and hotel room.

I went with plan B. 11 hours later, I dragged myself into bed, fully dressed and passed out. I was drained. I was finally in IL but had missed the birthday dinner with for my brother and would need to be up in 6 hours to head to the game. Every bone in my body was tired. I just wanted to sleep. For days.

It wasn't lost on me that my plane malfunction at gate 13 on Friday the 13th at 5:13PM. As lucky as the number 13 is for our family (both brothers were born on Friday the 13th), it's safe to say this Friday got the upper hand.

But as so many have pointed out, it's better that the plane had issues on the ground and not with me in it, 32,000 miles above ground.



  1. So sorry you had such a rough travel day but glad you got to see your family! I hope Conner is feeling better -- summer colds/flu are no fun!

  2. What the heck? That is awful!! Glad you got to enjoy the rest of the trip!!


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