I have to admit, I’ve never really paid attention to the boarding instructions prior to getting on an airplane before. Usually, I’m too busy pressing my nose against the nearest window, examining every visible inch of the plane for signs that a wing might fall off or a tire might burst during take-off. After that, I’m usually led to the plane in tears, making my final “goodbye” calls to loved ones in case the pictures in my head, you know the ones of crashing jetliners, are actually premonitions and not just my OCD playing tricks on me.
Traveling with a baby brought on a whole new level of
worry crazy for me. When Riley and I flew to Florida this month, I felt like I was endangering her life, not taking her for some R&R and fun in the sun. Pat made me promise not to cry and reminded me that I was the adult in the situation and needed to show Riley that we can go on vacation without the worry of plummeting 30,000 feet to our fiery deaths.
I’m not gonna lie, there were tears, but only a few from me. The majority came from the 30-year-old lawyer in the three-piece suit who sat next to us on our flight home. Let’s just say he was less than impressed with Riley’s dragon noises, runny nose, Cheerios, puffs, and yogurt bites that were thrown in his general direction…not to mention the shower of Baby Mum Mum crumbs that he experienced while Riley delightedly shook the wrapper above her head for 20 minutes.
The rest of the tears, though few and far between, came from Riley. The poor thing just couldn’t understand why I didn’t want her to:
- Crawl up and down the plane’s middle aisle
- Hold hands with the creeper in the seat behind us
- Eat the puffs off the floor in JFK
- Put her hands in the garbage bag as the flight attendant attempted to clean up at the end of the flight
- and of course, chew on the vomit bag and safety instructions packet in the seat-back pocket
Overall, the flights were smooth. I made sure that the pilots took a long, hard look at Riley as we boarded. There is something about the innocence of a baby… they make you want to be better, do better.. you get it. I figured it couldn’t hurt and if anything it would make them forget about the old crank who boarded the plane in front of us demanding water and animal crackers as he tried to find his seat. God forbid he had to wait like the rest of us… it’s not like it was his last..gulp…meal or anything.
In the end we made it just fine and enjoyed every second of the sunshine, warm weather, and endless hugs and kisses from Grammy, Poppy, GG, Gramps, Joyce and other family members while we were there!