Changing a Diaper at 35,000 Feet
Flying with a baby in tow is an adventure. However, everyone was so kind and people are quite accommodating when you're carrying a tiny tot. I met a lady with a 3-year old on the flight down to Florida and she told me that the stress of having an infant on a plane is nothing compared to when your 3-year-old is kicking the seat in front of him. People always offered to carry things for me and asked me if I needed help. A guy in the Atlanta airport had been bumped to 1st class on the flight back and offered the seat to me & Henry- how nice is that? However, it turns out he needn't bother because...
My flight back from Florida was cancelled and, subsequently, I was bumped to first class on my 2nd rearranged flight. Nice, right? Not to sound ungrateful, but of all the times that you could get bumped to 1st class, when you have a baby is hardly the best time. It's like, "eeeeh, um, sorry people that paid $1,000 per ticket but excuse my sweet son's fussing on this late night flight."
Henry actually did pretty well and I am proud to say that I have now changed a diaper at 35,000 feet (or however many stinking feet it is). He let go of a big poop (loudly...again, heeeey first classers) and so I was going to go change him in the front of the plane by the flight attendant station because, you know, first class passengers get to do whatever they want, riiiight? But the flight attendant told me that there was a pull-down changing table above the toilet in the bathroom. Right, in the teeny-tiny airplane bathroom- did you know that? It was hilarious, the two of us crammed in that space trying to wipe that booty (and change his blown-out onesie).
We must've walked 4 miles in the airports with Henry in the baby carrier. He did pretty well and it well worth it for us to see my family in Florida. It was a wonderful trip.