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| Out to lunch with his family before we left |
We drove down to Las Vegas to catch our plane to Panama on Halloween. We had a great ride and Dylan was amazing! We stopped in St George to eat and let Dyl run around, but other than that just kept driving. He didn't even fall asleep until the last 30 minutes of our drive. Our flight left at 11:36 pm but got into Vegas around 8 so we had plenty of time to let Dyl stretch out and use up some energy.
While we were in the airline check in line I noticed a teenaged age girl walking on her tippy toes, like Dylan, and instantly wondered if she was on the spectrum. A little bit later Dylan was kind of stirring in his stroller and wanting out. This teenaged girls Dad started talking to him and just making small talk to comfort him. A minute later the girl let out a scream which confirmed my suspicions, then I wondered if they too were going for treatment.
We got through check in and security pretty quick and went and sat down near our departure area. Then Lori started walking around with Dylan and letting him go up and down the straight-way escalator thing. After a while they came back and sat down. I took on the turn of walking with Dylan. As I was walking away I thought maybe I should grab my phone and bag because I wouldn't have an ID or phone, but shrugged it off thinking I would just be right there.....WRONG!
It only took Dylan a few minutes to discover another escalator and run over to it. As he got on I went to grab him but then noticed another escalator to the side and figured we could just come right back up, so I decided to just follow him and got on. Well we got to the bottom and went to go back up, but quickly discovered, it also went down and not up. I then noticed baggage claim and started stressing thinking we just made a huge mistake. I found a set of stairs that went up across from where we were and sure enough we came up at the check in spot. I was freaking out! I didn't have my phone, ID, money, except $10 in my pocket, we were screwed!!
I went to the heck in station and explained that Dylan is Autistic and got on the escalator so I followed him down and didn't have my phone or ID. They said they could page Lori and hope she got the message and come meet us, but that was about it. I found a phone and tried calling her and even Brandon, who was home, collect. I assumed Lori had turned her phone off because it went to her voicemail and Brandon did not answer. I continued to keep asking the airline employees if they had heard from Lori and call these two phones for what felt like an hour(probably at least 20 minutes). I was freaking out, Dylan was bawling and trying to run from me. I was trying to use the phone while he is screaming, I put him down because he is screaming and I can't hear the operator instructions, he tries to run off. I grab him and pull him back, he falls to the floor screaming. I say some mean and pissed off words(which Brandon just informed me tonight Nov. 2 that my other son has picked up on a not so good F word and yes I am to blame!) to Dylan and I am sure this scene looked very mean and chaotic, but I had no idea what to do. We had an hour or so until boarding and I figured we would have to go through security again"if" Lori got the message and was able to gather everything up and come find us, whew it was chaotic!
I asked the airline lady if she was sure I could not talk to security somewhere and get them to help me. She was probably so sick of me and finally the Supervisor went to the gate to find Lori. A few minutes later I look up and there she is! I was so glad it all turned out and we had enough time to go through security again. This time through my bag was stopped for some reason and when they checked it she asked if I had anything sharp in there. When she looked inside and saw the wet wipes she said she thought that was something else. So beware of scary wet wipes, I guess.
We got back to the gate with half hour or so to spare and was not going ANYWHERE again ha ha. Lori took Dylan back on the straight escalator but I warned her "Do not let him see the other set." The guy from earlier came and asked if that was my brother or son, so I let him know he is my son ha ha. We found out they are taking his daughter, Georgia, for her first round of Stem Cells. His name is Jeff. Both Lori and I have admired his patience and how sweet he is with his daughter. I told him what happened and the fun we had had. Turns out they were a couple rows behind us and when we got on offered to hold Dylan while we got adjusted.
The. Flight was great! Dylan fell asleep right before we took off and slept until we landed. We didn't sleep that well, but dozed off a little bit.







