Adventures in travel, part II
On our last flight home from Wisconsin, we sat behind a couple with a young boy, a bit younger than Avery, and a newborn. (The dad handed me a voucher for a free drink before the flight started; I think as an apology for what might come. I had a Bailey’s.) The baby did pretty well, but for much of the long flight the mom stood in the aisle rocking him and saying “shush” repeatedly. I couldn’t help but think back to only a few years ago, when I was in that woman’s place – the only difference being that I would be in the bathroom holding one of the fussy girls and bouncing up and down like crazy.
As nostalgic as I get about the past, I was happy to feel not an ounce of envy that night. I’ve been stressed out over crying babies too many times, and I’m happy to have hit the easy-to-fly stage with the girls, who spent the entire flight reading and playing games (Zoe) and watching shows and playing on one of our phones (Avery). When it comes to flying with babies, I’ve been there, done that – and I’m glad those days are over!
-M