I mentioned in a previous post that before I traveled to New Brunswick I had an absolutely awesome “busy bag” packed up and ready for my son Donnie to help keep him amused during our 2 hour flight. It didn't really work out as planned and he spent a lot of the time screaming and not happy at all – he was exhausted, just wanted to sleep and the plane just wasn't to his liking.
After a difficult experience on the first flight and having to juggle too many bags I decided I would try making the return flight back to Toronto better. This is what transpired…
Most of the morning I spent packing up everything to go on our evening flight. Donnie's Grammie and Great Grammie did their absolute best at keeping him occupied while I was packing and loading everything into the car but he just couldn't stand it. He decided it was time for a major melt down of a tantrum. He was absolutely inconsolable and experiencing some extreme separation anxiety. I was in his sight pretty much the whole time. I felt awful and did my best to console him and let him wind down before being strapped in the car seat to head to the airport an hour away. The day was off to a rough start.
Before arriving at the airport we went out for a late lunch/early supper (lupper?) with my mother and sister and then spent some time at her apartment. I wasn't worried about not being on time for the plane since I had completed the online check-in and I knew I had to be there an hour before my flight departure. No problem I thought.
Once we arrived at the airport I discovered I was too late for checking my bags! The lady at the counter called someone to check if they could “open it back up” for me – I wasn't sure if that meant opening the plane door for me or what it was that needed opening. I swear that I read everything on my tickets online and that I was there at the right time – I was apparently 15 minutes past my required bag check-in time. Maybe I read something wrong but I swear I had it all figured out. I pride myself in being an organized person… now that I'm an adult that is…lol
I thought back to how my sister and mother had joked earlier that day about keeping me in NB and making me miss the flight. I thought back to how I had also joked earlier about missing the plane so I could stay just a little while longer. Maybe this was NB's way of telling me it wanted me to stay? Well, whatever that lady did at the counter must have been magic because she was able to get “the guys” to “open it back up” for me and I was able to check my bags and be on my way. I had to rush like mad to say quick good byes to my sister and mother and make it through security on time to get to the plane. This might not have been an epic adventure for you, but to me it certainly was – I've only been flying the past couple of years and it still makes me nervous!
I made it but this time and I had much less to bring with me for carry on items – no busy bag – just Donnie, backpack and the diaper bag. I was dreading the flight even though my plan was to try and let the boy sleep through most of the trip. I was also quite worried about disturbing yet another handsome business man working on their lap top.
To my surprise and Donnie's absolute delight, a little boy who had to be about 10 years old was seated next to me. His mom and brother were across the aisle and they were awesome, understanding and also shared snacks with Donnie. Donnie only has a few grouchy outbursts along the way home and was kept completely entertained by the boy seated next to us. It was like it was meant to be! Donnie had a short nap later on in the flight but the majority of time he didn't want to sleep at all – he was entertained chatting and making faces with his new little friend. This trip was so much less stressful than it could have been. I didn't need the busy bag and didn't even need the few items I had packed for him just in case.
Maybe the key to keeping little ones manageable on flights is to bring another kid with you? Does that mean I have to make more babies so they can entertain each other during flights to and from good ol' New Brunswick? I'm going to have to wait on creating babies for in flight entertainment for Donnie – for now I'll just have to take my chances and hope that awesome little boy sits next to us again.