I called the Dr at the pre-arranged time of 930 in the morning. Fortunately Gabriel was working with me and his last excrement was a vile yellow(no more bell ringing for this lad either)! I told the Doc things were looking up and we had appointments to see our Idaho Dr.s on Monday. The Dr. was kind and said that sounded wonderful and since it was too late to book tickets that we should call him tomorrow and hopefully we could get on a flight this weekend. I responded "Sorry Doctor, we planned a bit ahead and have a flight out this evening and if things are OK now, they should be tomorrow." He agreed and wished us a good flight.
We left Palo Alto about 530 and headed north for a short trip to the Oakland Airport. An hour later I lifted Beth's one checked bag onto the Southwest scale and advised Guillermo our agent "Be careful it's a wee bit heavy." Guillermo looked at the scale and said "Oh, that is way too heavy! 63 pounds! It has to be under 50 pounds! I can charge you $75.00 for overweight baggage."
'Uh-uh, I can haul 15 pounds of stuff to the car." I replied.
Guillermo looked sympathetic and said, "I can sell you a bag for $25.00 since the baby has a ticket, they can each have a piece of checked luggage."
"Thanks, but no. We've got the time and the car's outside, I'll just carry some stuff out and come back." I answered courteously frustrated.
Guillermo looked at Beth and the baby and back at me and leaning forward he whispered in his best conspiratorial voice, "I'll find you a box."
He returned with a box and I transferred 17 pounds of clothes. Guillermo closed, taped and labeled the box.
Then he added, "You need a security pass! You must take care of her and the baby and get them on the plane!"
The security line wasn't overly long but it still looked to be close to a 30 minute wait. We settled into the back of the line. A disheveled TSA agent approached, his shirt untucked, 2 days of whiskers and a tie that was more of a scarf. "Is that a baby?" He abrasively accused.
"Yea, it is." I replied immediately defensive, thinking he was probably going to want to dismantle the car seat and cavity search Gabriel.
Instead his voice softened and he said "Come over here, this line is just for you. For people with little kids and babies, they don't need to wait as long as everyone else. Remember this is in every airport and it's for you people with families with little kids and babies."
We moved to the front of the line, showed Beth and Gabriel's boarding passed and my assistant-like-guy-helper pass and were off to remove our shoes and be scan-ned. I was deemed the baby holder whilst Beth was the keeper of the liquids. We had read online that the liquid quantity rules did not apply to formula, bottles, breast milk and medicines but Beth was still scared they were going to impound all of the med.s and pre-mixed formula. A female TSA agent directed Beth to an area whereby she could (the non-Beth "she") inventory and inspect the contents of the soft cooler holding all of the aforementioned liquid type stuff. She chatted with Beth and was most sympathetic and genuinely concerned after hearing of Gabriel's condition.
Beth's trip was uneventful and fortunately Gabriel proved to be a good traveler. My folks had planned on picking Beth up from the airport but the day prior my Dad came down with bronchitis and earlier this morning we discovered Mom was falling ill. Not wanting to push their health nor expose Gabriel, Beth started calling and texting to find a replacement. Julie M. picked up Beth and Gabriel and held the little guy for a couple of hours while Beth was greeted by the kids and set up Gabriel's feeding infrastructure.
I called Beth from the east side of Sacramento, I was getting tired and about to find a hotel. I still hadn't told her about the squirrel and she didn't mention anything so I thought it could wait until tomorrow.