Air Travel With An Infant
I thought flying with Baby MPB again would be a cake walk. We’ve done it before. He took three separate flights before he was 3 weeks old. Seriously, we’re old pro’s.
Let me paint a picture:
I’m getting settled into my seat with Baby MPB attached to me in a baby carrier. Mr. MPB is putting our diaper bag under the seat. He pulls out a bottle of formula to get ready to feed Baby MPB during take off.
He opens a pre-made bottle of formula (pre-made because we’ve learned this is the easiest way to get through airport security with baby formula). The bottle explodes ALL OVER another passenger who is walking down the aisle to her seat. Yup, this innocent lady was now wearing almost an entire bottle of baby formal on her nice outfit.
I’m completely oblivious as Baby MPB has decided his carrier is the most even contraption ever and is going to scream as loud as humanly possible until I remove him from the its evil clenchs.
Meanwhile, Mr. MPB swears. (Not at the innocent lady, but at the situation). Mr. MPB apologizes profusely. Before looking to see the situation I snap at Mr. MPB for swearing so loudly.
I finally clue into what happened. Innocent lady looks PISSED!
The commotion seems to startle Baby MPB who had just settled since being removed from the most evil contraption ever.
Baby screaming commences once again.
Mr. MPB continues apologizing profusely.
Innocent lady notices the screaming baby. Her expression fades and she calmly says don’t worry about, I have three of my own.
The remainder of the flight included a lot more baby tears, some snappy comments between Mr. MPB and myself, and more exploding formula! Not exactly how we planned to start our weekend away.
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