Travel with Children, preparation complete that means it is time to head to the airport.
Feel smug as you head to board that your toddler asks to hold hands.
Feel like you’ve taught him well.
Illusion ruined 30 seconds later when he makes a break for it down the air bridge causing you and all the hand luggage, which includes a bright blue Trunki that you hoped the toddler would ride *he didn’t* as well as the baby in a sling, to break into the awkward mum jog past the other passengers to retrieve him.
Cue many muttered sorrys, excuse mes and a bellowed COME BACK. As you and the Trunki threaten to take out the lovely elderly couple who smiled fondly at your toddler when he was being angelic. They’re not smiling anymore.
Finally get on the plane and stow all the hand luggage in the overhead compartments, with a little help by propping the baby up with the blankets and pillows provided and the lovely stewardess.
Strap the toddler in his seat and breathe a sigh of relief – you’re on.
The toddler then decides that he wants a window seat. Slight problem being that you have the seats in the middle with the bassinet.
Cue 10 minutes sobbing about the window.
Distract with the chocolate you brought as a bribe for takeoff and mistakenly flash the lollipop in your bag brought for the exact same reason.
At this point the baby will decide he needs more attention and is no longer distracted by the loving cuddles you have been giving. He wants feeding and he wants feeding now. Never mind that you had a plan to feed on take off to help with his ears.
Now you have both boys crying over lollipops and boobies. People around you are starting to do that uncomfortable shifting in their seats. Give into the baby’s boob request.
Nope, not what he wanted and you inadvertently flashed the poor man sitting across the aisle from you.
Lollipop tantrum also begins to reach a crescendo. Attempt to unwrap the lollipop with one hand as the other tried to force your nipple into the baby’s mouth to
shut him up pacify him. Hand the lollipop over.
Rethink the whole lollipop thing as sticky hands reach for your hair. But the baby has latched at least.
The toddler hands the lollipop over and begins to demand the window again. You suck on the lollipop as you taxi towards the runway wishing it was alcoholic.
The baby’s eyes start to close. Phew.
You indulge in a short conversation with the toddler about all the noises he can hear when he remembers about the lollipop. Hand it over and have to deal with threatened tantrum as to just WHERE the lollipop has gone.
Threatened tantrum averted.
Toddler decides its a great time to demonstrate his brotherly affection by kissing the baby.
Very very cute.
But, unfortunately, baby awakening.
At this point you’re in the air.
Just another 7 hours to endure….
To be continued……THE FLIGHT.