Since this was our second trip to Orlando in a year, I thought we would be better prepared this time around. When we last went, our little goo was 8 months, and this time around she was 15 months.
I spent the last couple of weeks before our trip planning and envisioning our flight. Lesson learned. Hope for the best, but expect the worst. That way, you won’t be bitterly disappointed or argue with your spouse (more on that in a minute).
On our way to Orlando, I packed a brand new book about cats (Bunny’s favorite animal), a box of crayons and notebook, and two small sticker activity books. The cat book worked for about five seconds before we were THAT family with the screaming baby. It was so bad that the people behind us tried to entertain our toddler by playing peek-a-boo.
We should have brought Bunny’s stuffed Winnie-the-Pooh with us on our carry on (we put it in our checked luggage!), and planned for feeding her better. It was a combination of skipping a nap and being hungry that turned my baby into a little terror. We ended up passing Bunny over to where my mom and my sister were sitting, but our daughter threw a fit and screamed even louder at being moved.
It was so bad that once we stepped off the plane, we realized that we must have dropped a stuffed animal. I
asked told Brian to go back on the plane to pick it up. Well, he recovered the stuffed animal, but our tempers were very short by then. We ended up snapping and sniping at each other under our breaths and stopped talking to each other from the terminal, to the luggage, to the resort, and didn’t make up until we were at the grocery store.
You would think we would have a better handle on things on our return flight home, but no such luck. We were again, THAT family with the screaming baby. This was despite packing enough food, the stuffed animal, and plenty of entertainment. We had another guy a couple of rows behind us trying to distract our screaming baby with peek-a-boo too.
I should also mention that we flew on an airline that has television screens on the headrests and even though I have a strict no television policy at home, I totally caved and tried to get Bunny to watch television. Well I must have trained our daughter well because she refused to be interested in the magical glowing screen.
She finally fell asleep on me the last 30 minutes of the plane ride. I think everyone around us breathed a sigh of relief.
I have no idea what we should have done, but we survived (barely).
This trip has us reconsidering our future travels, and I think we are currently in agreement to wait until she is a little older. Well, we don’t plan on getting on an airplane for more than two hours. Because if we don’t kill each other, I think the other passengers will!