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Airports and Babies Are Not a Good Mix

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First off, Christmas went well. All the family (and I do mean all!) got to meet and hold Ashtyn and see her precious smile. While the days from Christmas to New Year’s were busy and full, we still had a really great time at home in Texas. 

Let’s talk about the flight home. Imagine you’re a young mom traveling alone with your 4 1/2 month old baby for the first time. You’re running late to the airport and for this reason have to walk as fast as you can (carrying your baby, purse, and diaper bag) to the terminal. By the time you get there, sweat is literally dripping off your face and you have about five minutes to buy a bottle of water for the flight and sit down before boarding. You sit down, exhausted and sweaty, and the woman next to you asks you if you knew that there was spit-up all down your arm.

It’s time to board. Luckily you get to board early b/c of the tiny baby squirming in your arms. You find your seat and wonder just how–with the squirmer in your lap–you’re going to mix water and formula to make bottles . Maybe you can wait until after take off. The plane begins to fill. It’s definitely a full flight. Young guy number 1 makes his way to your row and takes the window seat. Younger guy number 2 finds your row and sits between you and guy number 1. You’re starting to feel a large amount of anxiety as the precious little one begins to cry. The airplane door is closed, but take off still isn’t happening. You’re sweating again. The baby is crying louder. You know that everyone on the plane hates you. Baby is screaming. Younger guy number 2 is asking if he can help–realizing he is also in an extremely terrible situation by sitting next to you. You try to keep the baby under control but can feel yourself about to cry. Flight attendant comes to your row and says not to worry, baby will calm down after take off. Yes, but when the heck is that happening?? you wonder.

As screaming continues and life worsens, you grab the water bottle, baby bottle, and box of formula and hand it to younger guy and say, “Fill to the 6 with water and put in 3 scoops of formula and shake). Immediately younger guy (who is home from college and probably has never fed a baby) starts working to make a bottle. You are loving younger guy. He is your only ally in this horrifying moment. You stick bottle in frustrating baby’s mouth and there is finally . . . silence.

Everyone on the plane is breathing relief. You see baby falling asleep and decide you absolutely cannot move in case she wakes back up. For the next hour, you are a frozen person, holding sleeping baby. Flight attendant comes back and says, “I told you she would calm down after take-off. She can sense your fear.” Hmmm. Thank you.

After landing, baby starts squirming and whining again. You remind yourself that daddy will be waiting and soon you won’t be taking care of squirmer alone. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, people start filing off the plane.

It was definitely the longest two-hour flight of your life.

Yeah, that was our trip home. Not cool whatsoever. But we made it back to Colorado and Daddy was there to rescue Mommy. And despite being terrible during the flight, Ashtyn’s still the cutest thing ever. 🙂

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What did I learn from all this? Never be late to the airport. Never travel without Jeff. Always make bottles before getting on the plane. And babies are going to cry on airplanes–it’s a fact of life.

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About Brandy

Brandy Bruce is an author, editor, wife, mother, and someone who really loves dessert. She has a BA in English from Liberty University. She currently works as a freelance editor--reading, writing, editing, and making good use of online dictionaries. She's married to Jeff and has three beautiful children.

3 responses »

  1. what a cute bundle of joy… mwahhh

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  2. Hi Bran,
    Loved reading about your return trip home! I can sympathize with you.
    Imagine being on a 16 hour flight, and having a “nursery” of babies across
    the bulkhead row, crying in symphony! I have experienced it ….
    I am so happy that you were able to come home for Christmas.
    And, I look forward to seeing you this spring, and holding my sweet
    granddaughter in my arms!
    With love, Dad

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  3. Loved this post. So humorous. People definitely need to get used to the fact that babies do cry! I can definitely relate to the “sweating” part 🙂

    Reply

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