My little guy took his first flight to attend a college roommate’s wedding. Just as big of a milestone: Brian and I survived our first flight with a mobile child. A big “cheers” with our bag of pretzels.
I feel, however, that I am deserving of an extra parent-badge for taking Gus into the bathroom for a diaper change.
By bathroom, I mean airplane lavatory, which is very, very different.
Did you know that taking a child into a “lavatory” is like crawling into a litter box with another small human?
And, you guessed it. There are no changing tables in litter boxes of any sort.
I had no idea. Gus and I were both appalled that I tried to lay him on my legs, which were propped up on the door at a 45 degree angle while I was sitting on the toilet lid. That meant a baby bum in my face, so I put my legs down. If Gus had just relaxed, he could have pretended he was hanging upside on the monkey bars. Instead, he insisted on doing a 15 second sit up while I changed him.
All that, and a surprisingly untainted diaper. Just gas.
I still want that mom badge for my initiation into the REAL Mile High Club—airplane potty trips with wipe dependent children.
After initiation and arriving at our destination, my prior roommate, Kendyl, had a gorgeous wedding weekend. She had an incredible dinner, a tear-jerking (for pregnant people) ceremony, and a jaw dropping reception. We had such a fun time visiting with friends we don’t see nearly enough!
We had a special Sunday morning brunch with my sweet grandparents before flying out. I absolutely love spending time with them, and want Gus to have his own relationship with them.
Gus was the most well-behaved little flyer. I am pleased to announce that we can now start flying again…for 2 months, before baby 2 gets here.
Then, we will probably wait to fly for like, 8 years.