I got a little bit of sleep, but not a lot. And, the only reason I got sleep was because of the beer. I didn’t drink as much as I thought I would, but I found out that apparently white women don’t go into 7-Eleven’s and buy a double sized can of Bud Light. Got a few looks but I didn’t care.
Last night I was able to book my flight home and purposely didn’t book an early one. I wanted to sleep in (if I could) and I knew that I had to return the rental car and…the car seat I had bought the day before so that I could bring my son home. Ugh!
These are the little details people forget to/don’t mention when an adoption doesn’t go through. I knew that I couldn’t leave a hospital with a newborn without a car seat. That’s why I bought one yesterday. Returning it felt like I was the baseball player who stands at home base, points to left field before he bats and then strikes out. It’s embarrassing, shocking and humiliating.