Flying Solo

before the drama starts

waiting for the plane to arrive

My flight was 30 minutes delayed going to Dallas, but the airlines was able to switch me to an earlier flight and I arrived with no problems. Faith was really good on the flight there. Since we were on stand-by status, I had to sit in the middle between a lady on the left and a big man on the right. It was a little tight, but the woman was really nice (an older woman -- thanks for the advice Mindy about sitting next to a woman!) and let Faith enter into her space now and then. Faith ate some snacks, played with some toys, and looked out the window most of the time. The guy in front stands up to deboard and he even says, "wow, didn't even know there was a baby behind me." I gave Faith a high five for being so well-behaved.

Sunday was a different story. Got to the airport, flight was delayed until 6:30 (originally supposed to leave at 6), so she played around...threw up (just a little bit). By 6:30 pm she was really tired and I was wondering why she wasn't able to hold down her food & milk. So we get on the plane. Thankfully it's not a full flight so we have the entire 3 seat row to ourselves. Faith is in her carseat and I'm looking forward to her sleeping during the entire flight. Right when the stewardess is showing the safety precautions, Faith throws up again. This time she throws up 3x consecutively. Alot of milk and food all over the place. Her clothes are soaked, the airline chair and seatbelt is soaked and the carseat is holding a pool of her vomit. I'm freakin out. So I interrupt the flight attendant's speech and ask for some wet towels and trash bags. Two of them come over and are like "oh, my goodness". Faith is whimpering as I strip her down. Meanwhile, we are taking off into the air. The people around me are having to smell her vomit...and one guy in front of me says "this is going to be one long flight". They turn off the lights in the cabin as everyone settles in for the short flight to Houston. So now Faith is naked. I put the dirty clothes in the trash bag, put a paci in Faith's mouth, and rock her to sleep. She falls immediately asleep (she was pretty miserable by then) and with one hand holding her and the other hand cleaning up the nastiness in the carseat and seat. They had to replace the entire seat and seatbelt once we landed. God was really good to me as Faith slept for the entire flight, I had an extra blanket in my diaper bag so Faith was warm w/o clothes, and that the flight wasn't too long. So in the end, I used another trash bag to line the carseat so Faith could sit in it, bundled her up in the blanket, and met Ed outside Hobby Airport for the drive home. We gave her a long deserved bath, gave her 6 ounces of ped-lite that we had happened to get from a friend recently for free, and then she slept until 7 am in the morning. She must have be traumatized because on Monday she took a 3 hour morning nap and a 2 hour afternoon nap. Crazy, eh? And she didn't throw up or get sick on Monday...so not sure why she was not feeling well on Sunday. But we survived!!! =) I even got to drink Ginger Ale and eat my pretzels during the flight. The stewardess was even nice enough to give me three bags of pretzels. Guessed I looked like I needed some.