This day has reminded me how much more I can do in life having lost a couple hundred pounds with bariatric surgery.
The day started at 5 am when the alarm clock sounded. That started the mad dash… 3 babies to get ready and a car and a van to pack.. So it was change a baby, pack a bag times three LOL.
Then outside to arrange the car and van for travel. Getting the car seats arranged the babies in place and a double check to make sure we haven’t forgotten anything or anyone…I could not help but think of the movie home alone here. I can just imagine getting down the road and realizing we forgot one at home.. But we are only taking 3 babies with us and we have Megan who keeps up with everything and everyone and I am personally thankful for that.
The first leg of our adventure will take us to the Cooks Flea Market in North Carolina. Two babies in my car and one in the van, with Megan, Rafa, Tia and my parents. And we are off with the Dolly Parton CD playing in my car.
My grandsons will know all the words to my favorite Dolly songs very soon.
Once we arrived at Cooks flea market we walked around and shopped for awhile. At times I was carrying one or another of the grand babies but constantly I was taking care of at least one of them. Again, this gives me a perfect chance to reflect and be grateful for the pounds lost. I know I could not have managed this at 385 pounds, and I honestly don’t know if I would have lived this long carrying all that weight.
After we shopped a couple of hours it was back in the car and rearrange stuff and kids and off again. This time destination North Carolina Zoological Park. A short ride, with a wonderful destination.
When we arrived at the zoo, I just sort of stopped and had an aha moment. I was getting ready to walk several miles. Like 5 miles LOL, a lot of the walk up hill and much of it pushing a stroller.
At this zoo we started out on the North American side and we walk about 5 miles on an up and down terrain and end up at the African side. Basically it is just like described, you have the North American side and animals, then you move over to the African side with the Elephants, Zebras ect. By time one gets there it feels as though you have walked to Africa for sure.
I had never been so happy to walk up and down hills, to push a stroller filled with babies.
One part of this zoo trip scared me though. My daughter Megan was walking and taking photos of everything ( I have no idea where she gets that from, no no idea at all) And there was an uneven place on the sidewalk, it tripped her up and she fell. I heard the camera hit the pavement and it scared me, I thought she had hit that hard. I rushed up to her, and so did Zea come running to check on his mami. When I knelt down beside her and she threw her camera in my hands and said did I break it, I could sure see myself in her. Once she realized her camera was ok she was back on her feet.
At the end of the day, and after making the journey from North America to Africa… we loaded up on a school bus and rode back to our vehicles where our Tia waited patiently for us…