Babies On A Plane
Today we’re flying up to stay with my in laws for a few days in Seattle! We’re all super excited. The only thing I’m not excited for is the 2.5 hour airplane ride. And it’s not because I’m afraid of flying. I mean, I don’t exactly relish going on a plane in general, because I just kinda feel helpless up there, ya know? But no, the reason I’m dreading the plane ride is because my husband and I will be trying our best to make sure our baby and toddler are happy and not super loud or crazy on the flight. And we’ll be prepared with snacks, some new small toys, my toddler’s favorite Disney Junior tv shows all loaded up on my phone. But really, I’m not going to sweat it any more than that.
Because we already did the whole “here’s a bag of candy and earplugs, please don’t get mad at us if our baby acts how ALL babies act and cry” thing with our first child. And to be honest, I don’t know how much of a difference it made. But most importantly, I’m done trying to appease OTHER people because my kids are being kids. Yeah, my baby might cry because of his ear pressure on the plane. Yup, my toddler might laugh too loudly at something on her tv show. And I’ll do my best to breastfeed my baby to ease his ear pain & I’ll remind my toddler to use her inside voice. But I’m not going to apologize FOR them, because life doesn’t work that way!
I’ll give you an example: when my husband and I were still dating, we flew over to Europe for a super fun backpacking trip. On the 12 hour flight over there, we sat next to this guy who had the absolute WORST body odor. And we tried everything to get away from it. Breathing through our mouths? You tasted it. Discreetly asking the stewardess to move us? Nope, full flight. Breathing through our clothes? Too hot, and way too long to do that for an entire 12 hour flight. So here’s the point of this story. HE wasn’t passing out any freaking candy bags apologizing for his horribly awful b.o.! I mean, come on! Where the hell is my bag of candy and satchet filled with petals and stuff to shove under my nose to stop from dry heaving every 3 minutes? Huh? No. Didn’t get one. And you didn’t see me turning to the guy saying “Can you please put some deodorant on? Or shower?” And I didn’t say that because I knew there was literally nothing he could do about it at that exact moment.
So when people turn around to glare at us parents or say “Oh great, a baby” or “Can she please keep it down?” Let me assure you, sir or madam, I’m not exactly super stoked either that I can’t stop my baby from crying right now. Ya know? I mean, come on. I’m not sitting here soaking up the sounds of his wails and thinking “Ah, this is the life. Nice & relaxing plane ride while my baby screams. Doesn’t get better than this!” And to be perfectly frank, babies and toddlers are still humans! Ok? They have every right to be on a plane as much as anyone else does. It’s not like I’m bringing on a wild chimpanzee on the plane with me like “I’ll do my best! But no guarantees! Here’s a bag of candy, please be nice”. So I’m just going to do what we need to do for our family. And ignore any possibly negative comments, because you just can’t please everyone. And I’d rather focus on the positive than the negative. Either way… Wish us luck!