Flying!

This adventure deserved its very own separate post. Flying! Where to begin -even the thought makes me want to rip my own hair out -or what is left of it.

The trip there...

• snowing like crazy took twice as long to get through the canyon
• Tim left his ipod in the car so I stayed with the baby and all of the luggage while the car service came back and picked him up. To bad they didn't have one of these like the JFK airport. Honestly a vending machine for ipods -crazy.

• bag was overweight by 3 pounds -she said it was ok put a heavy tag on it and we didn't have to pay :)
  
• all of our carry on's we searched very thoroughly
  
• security officer said our bag was the most unique bag they had ever seen (contained breast pump, skookie pans, some gun holder thing, Christmas stockings, other random things, and tim's brand new bottle of cologne).
• yes you read right -Tim's new bottle of cologne. We have two identical bags and he though he put his cologne in the check in bag instead of the carry-on oops! Not to worry though the security lady said it was ok and wiped it down and put it back in the bag :)
  
• were able to get an extra seat on the airplane for Ian to sit in his car seat :)
  
• Loaded the plane and Ian was asleep so I put his binkie in his mouth for him to suck on while we took off -he slept the first 45 minutes of the four hour flight.
• Ian woke up and seemed to be happy -at first. So much for the empty seat because we never used it again. After nursing him on the plane we spent the rest of the flight struggling to keep him quiet as he screamed on and off while everyone else was sleeping (well trying to sleep that is)
• Ian screamed the last 20-30 minutes solid of the flight he would not eat nor would he take a bottle, anything. He finally fell asleep the last 5 minutes then slept in the car on the two hour ride to Tim's parents house.

The trip home:

• On the way their we stopped to pick up formula and benadryl for Ian for the flight.
• Everywhere seemed be out of the benadryl so we had to stop a couple places (then we found out they do not make infant benadryl -duh to me I forgot we are supposed to use the children benadryl).
• Because of our many stops we were pushing making it to the airport with enough time -so we were booking it once we got there. Ian slept the whole car ride to the airport -he was tired and had a little bit of a cold.
  
• Ian woke up when we were going through security. We were nervous because Utah was so lax so we though NY wouldn't be quite the same. I had a full bottle of benadryl, tylenol, formula, 2 things of baby food, and 2 bottles one full of sugar water and they did not even take a second glance at us. Tim even went through the metal detector with all of his keys in his pocket and it didn't go off. Weird! So we made it through security very easily.
  
• They started bordering the plane just as we arrived to our gate.
  
• Nursed Ian on the way up and he did great. Just after feeding Ian I handed him to Tim to burp him and Tim felt something wet. BLOW OUT!!! It was everywhere all over his pants, up his back he was covered and so were his clothes. As soon as the seat belt sign turned off Tim went to go change him in the pint size bathroom (they have small changing tables in there). While sitting there waiting for them to return I can hear Ian screaming the whole time. Tim got a garbage bag from the flight attendent for his poop covered cloths. And Ian came back red face and not a happy camper.
• Since Ian usually goes to bed at 8 pm I had held him off to eat until 6:30 pm when the flight takes off. But no matter what at 8 o'clock he still wants to eat. So I got the formula container out of the diaper bag. When I went to open the seal and it literally exploded. White formula powder everywhere -literally everywhere. I was covered from head to toe it was all over the window to the side of me and the seat in front of me. Tim and I could not help but just laugh because I looked absolutely ridiculous. So Ian is now straight faced wondering why we are laughing as I try to clean up all this white powder. I am surprised they didn't think we had some kind of a bomb or something and do an emergency landing. Who knew that formula does that on a plane -advice that would have been good to know.
• Ian refuses to take any bottle and is screaming mad at this point so I nurse him again. He only eats half way and falls asleep -hurray!
  
• 7 minutes later he wakes up screaming. I finish feeding him -he is still awake and unhappy
• I asked the flight attendent for a sprite (anything to give me some kind of energy -at that point I was seriously considering the coffee) Ian gets a hold of the sprite and spills it all over me. So now I am covered in white powder that is now wet -combination makes ikky gu. It has soaked through all layers of my clothing so I was extremely uncomfortable.
• Ian continues to scream on the flight on and off. A five hour flight on the why home -benadryl does nothing, he looks exhausted as do I and he will not fall asleep. Even after nursing him 4 times with in a 5 hour flight the boy would not sleep.
  
• Tim is able to tune us out and watch the television in front of him with no sound because I would not let him put his head phones on -then he can't hear anything at all -stupid noise canceling headphones. I ask him to take him but of course he can't hear me so I get upset and then he gets upset. After complete frustration and exhaustion the baby is still not happy and neither are we so have him watching baby mozart on the ipod -which lasted about 20 minutes. By this point neither Tim or I are very happy with each other either.
• The last 10 minutes of the flight Ian finally falls asleep again but while getting off the plane Ian wakes up and screams for about 10 minutes on the drive home.
• Bump into a lady with Two twins about 1 year old who's kids are sleeping happily while they get luggage. I asked her how her flight was she said "Great, the first 20 minutes are a struggle then the benadryl kicks in and they sleep the rest of the flight." Ridiculous - benadryl didn't do one thing for us.
  

This is why people do not fly with children -I lost at least half a head of hair, and 10 years off my life. If you ask me now the next time we will be fly will have to be when Ian is 20 years old.