Julie is bringing Matthew home next week!  WOOHOO – pink is such a wonderful color in the land of Guatemalan adoptions.  Thinking of her bringing her baby boy home has got me thinking of bringing Sabrina home someday – more the logistics than the warm fuzzy “she’s home” thing.  Steve and I have talked about whether or not we want to give her some Benedryl or Tylenol to help her sleep through the flight to save her, us and our fellow flyers a painful flight if she isn’t happy to be flying.  This has led me to compose my own (okay, not totally my own Shakespear via Hamlet might have thought of something along these lines first) soliloquy on the subject – and yes, it’s really quiet at work this week.

To drug or not to drug…that is the question

Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind
To suffer the slings and arrows of fellow passengers
Or to take arms against a sea of disdain
And by opposing end them?  To drug; to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The crying, fussing and distress of the thousand natural shocks
That babies are prone to, ‘tis a peace and quiet
Devoutly to be wish’d.  To drug; to sleep;
To sleep perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of benedryl what judgment may come
When other parents hear that we’ve drugged our child
Into sleep through this flight: there’s no respect
For taking the easy way out of that calamity;
For we shall bear the whips and scorn of self righteous
Parents, the proud oppressor’s, and experience
The pangs of guilt over drug not needed but given to spare
Ourselves and the insolent fellow passengers hours of crying.