I was reading “Flying with a 1 year old” by Domesticated Momma tonight. I started to leave a comment, a memory of flying with little ones, when it suddenly got a tad too long. I decided to write a full post on it. Apparently I haven’t told you about this particular trip…
I have flown a lot with my children, as early as 2 weeks old, trust me when I say, I’m an old hat at this, however; not all trips have gone according to plan… 🙂
One of the most memorable trips I’ve taken was in 2002, it was almost Christmas time as I was heading home to BC (a nearly 5 hr flight) with my newest baby to meet my family… along with a 2.5 year old and 4 year old in tow.
|Christmas 2002 ~ They look so innocent…
This time around I was flying with three kids sans hubby, a severe inner ear infection had grounded him. Not to worry, I could do it, after all… I’m Supermom!
On the evening flight out West, I’d had the BRIGHT idea to wean my darling little girl (2.5) off of her “bubba” (bottle). My logic was simple, I knew she’d ask for her bottle and I’d say, “it’s not here, I can’t get it” and all would be well with the world.
Imagine my surprise when she didn’t quite understand why I couldn’t just go to the kitchen to get her bubba. “WAAAAAA bubba WAAAAAA” is all we heard in that confined space for the next hour or so.
She was not to be outdone by her older brother (4). He kept kicking the seat in front of him, apparently the medication the doctor recommended to make him drowsy backfired on me. He did manage to get her mind off of her bubba… as he slapped and poked at her incessantly.
We haven’t even talked about the baby yet.
My youngest was 3 months old. As I bounced with him in the aisle to keep him from crying and to fall asleep (him not me), I was threatening the other two to sit still or else (or else what, where the heck was I going to go). It was pure joy all around.
Finally an angel, a mid-wife, came up from the back of the plane to my aide. She took the baby from me for the remainder of the flight. That’s about the same time the Gravol kicked in, in the right way this time and my princess stopped asking for her bubba. Sssshhhhh hear that?! 🙂 Yes, the seat belt sign just dinged… we’re landing!
My mom was waiting for us at the airport. She was grinning from ear to ear. She couldn’t wait to see her daughter and her precious grandchildren. I didn’t say hello. I quietly handed her a baby and said, “Never again!”
This is just one of our many, many trips. We do travel a lot with the kids. In fact, less than 3 years later, I did indeed… do it again! This time with FOUR! Either I’m a glutton for punishment or I’ve gotten better with age.
|White Rock, BC ~ September 2005