Sitting here in the warm sun looking back at a wonderful taste of winter in Norway. We had quite a trip home, on the way to the airport Mia got covered in red spots, at the hotel the morning of our flight we got a hold of a doctor, afraid that it was the chicken pocks, since you’re not allowed to fly like that. This was the 22. of December, so we didn’t really have much time to loose if we were going to make it home for Christmas! The doctor stated firmly that this was just some kind of allergic reaction, revealed we continued our drive to the capital. That evening, only three hours before we were to leave for the airport, Mia’s fever rose to 104 degrees. We gave her Tylenol (paracetamol), and put her on malaria medication as well, hoping the fever would go down a little. It didn’t, at least not very much. We repacked our bags, Matthew was ready to bring the boys to Norway, I was realizing that staying behind with the baby, might be the only sensible thing to do. With great help from one of our missionaries in Bamako, we got a hold of another doctor, asking the question we did not want a negative answer to, “can she fly?”. She asked if Mia had any problems breathing, and made sure we had given her the malaria medication and paracetamol and ibuprofen. She said we should go, “the doctors at the airports in Paris are better than here anyway!” We waited for a while in Paris while our plane was snowed in at the airport in Bergen, and when we finally got to board the plane, I started throwing up. When our plane landed in Bergen, tears came to my eyes, I had never thought we where going to make it home for Christmas, and there we were, the 23rd of December at home, just in time. I can’t remember my parent’s house looking prettier, the food smelling or tasting better, the joy of being around family being greater. We had a wonderful Christmas, and were blessed to be home when my grandma died, we got to stay with her the last days of her life, and could be of support to our family in that time.
It was great to be united with friends and family once again. Having some maternity leave saved up, me and the kids got to stay with family in Bergen for a whole month. We also had a short trip to eastern Norway celebrating New Years Eve with friends in Kolbotn, Mias (and Regines) 1 year birthday was celebrated in Revetal, before we went back to Bergen for the funeral. The kids enjoyed the snow, I was quite happy to get back to Mali where it didn’t take me an hour to get the kids dressed!
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