i was mortified about taking a 3-month old on an airplane ride.
all by myself.

he has some habits i wasn’t sure he could overcome on a plane.
{i.e. not sleeping anywhere but flat, on a bed.} we practiced options all week long…

there is also the worry that he would just cry the whole time. because for some reason it is so offensive that newborns cry. i get cooed and smiled at when B is being cute, but when he cries, the evil eyes come out and suddenly every adult forgets that they were once babies…

first flight was not full {so wait- why couldn’t cc get on my flight? grr…}

so B and I moved to the back where it could be loud and no one would care. he started to fuss cause i had perfectly timed the nap, and before take-off, i wrapped him and put him down.

and he slept the whole flight. {it was, however, a 40-min flight.}

phew. 1 down.
fed him during the lay-over and we met up with dad. then we packed up and took our separate flights again.

the flight was dark and he stayed asleep for most of it, but woke up ticked. so since there was no one next to me again, {lucky!} i just fed him. when he was done, i sat him up and while i was putting myself back together, he slipped out of my hand and hit his head on the wall of the plane. there was a thud, and cue the scream.

goodbye to my discretion. other than that, it went ok.

i have to say, through all of my fear, i was surprisingly pleased with all of the positive help that i was given. there were about 5 or 6 people on every end of the flights that stepped in and helped carry things and deal with the stroller…etc. and told me how cute my kid was. {as i wiped sweat off my nervous face} the flight attendant even gave me water in addition to my classic cran-apple cause she knew i would need it. props, guys. props.

also, in the moments when B cried, i noticed the faces weren’t as ticked as i imagined them either. there was a nice man who kept looking back and watching B sleep on the seat and he would smile and then turn and say something to the person next to him. i kept thinking, “i know i know, it looks like i just abandoned him to sleep on an airplane seat, calm down!” and when i walked off the flight, i walked passed him. he said, “that’s a cute kid you got there.” shame on me. i shouldn’t think everyone is out to get me.

the flight home was fine, but last night when i got home, i packed him up in the car, spent 30 minutes cramming the cadillac stroller in the trunk, and turned the key, so relieved to be going home finally and…. rattle.

battery dead. well, of course!  needless to say, flight got in at 6, we got home at 9:30.

but at least B can fly.