Flying Back

Knowing my sweet precious Emily would not nap on the plane I decided to ensure a good nap before headed out so I kept her up later in the morning. She slept a full 2 hours before we had to head out. We made our long journey to the airport & she was happy as could be. I put her in the ergo and by the time we got to our gate she was nearly asleep. I kept walking hoping she'd dose off but of course never did. How great it would have been to get on the plane with a sleeping baby. Of course our flight was delayed 15 minutes too. 

By the time our plane actually took off the flight was delayed 45 minutes. Emily had not been able to move around since before noon considering she had napped prior to leaving the house. She was restless and ready to go somewhere. Unfortunately she had absolutely no where to go but my lap. Our flight was scheduled to leave at 4:30 but didn't take off until about 5:15. Girl had energy to get rid of with no where to go so she was fussier than usual. Thankfully the Lord answered our prayers and the sweet ladies EVER sat next to us on the plane. They sang her songs & entertained her the best that they could. I was so grateful. Emily kept kicking the man infront of us and trying to hit him on the head and I had to apologize at least a dozen times. 

Mid flight she did the one thing every mom wishes and hopes their child won't do on a flight...and that was to poop. Holy moly no one told me how hard it would be to change a poopy diaper especially a gross one on a plane in a tiny bathroom where hardly even one human can be much less two. I asked the flight attendant the best method to do so and she said there wasn't a great one and planes weren't designed with moms in mind but gave me a few hints none of which I liked. So I sat on the toilet with the lid down and with Emily on my lap. Emily's head dangled over the top of my knees and I'm sure she was absolutely uncomfortable. I forgot to lock the door so the guy next to us happened to try to walk in...my bad. I successfully changed her diaper with not one wipe left. Eek. Then I decided I'd go ahead and attempt a potty break for myself since I was already back there. Umm, not cool, not cool at all. By the time I came out there was a HUGE line of people waiting to get in.

Honestly, not sure I'll ever fly solo with a kiddo again or at least not before they are at least 15 months old or maybe ever older. That was hard work!! I was exhausted upon arrival and wanted to do nothing for a few hours. 

And thank you to the two sweet ladies who sat next to me, the three ladies behind me that in the last 10 minutes of the flight that had to do some serious entertaining & the sweetest  flight attendant ever who each time she passed would say hi to Emily. And sorry to the guy in front of me who was kicked over and over and over again. Thanks for being a champ & putting up with my sweet angel ;)

And if you are one of those people that hates babies on planes...get over yourself. Help make the ride smoother and offer a friendly smile to both momma & baby. I promise momma is stressed out enough as it is and doesn't need to hear your murmur under your breath how much you hate having a baby on your flight. We are trying are best to keep our babies happy in the process and don't want our child to interrupt you. So if they do please be nice :)

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