As the aircraft began its taxiing process, I initially felt quite accomplished. We had arrived at the airport punctually, managed to only forget a couple of items, and at security, I was relieved that just a few of my carry-on possessions were taken. My 5-year-old son was engrossed in a tablet, and my 8-year-old daughter had settled in with her movie. I turned to my partner and silently mouthed, “Can it get any better than this?” I was ready to dive into the in-flight entertainment for the coming hours.
The Calm Before the Storm
However, just as I was getting comfortable, the seatbelt sign illuminated, and the flight attendant informed us to prepare for potential turbulence. “Turbulence?” I thought, chuckling internally. “This will surely rock the kids to sleep!” But before my humor could reach my partner, the turbulence hit. The plane jolted and swayed as if a puppet master was controlling its movements with little regard for our comfort.
I caught my partner’s eye across the aisle; he was checking if I was alright. I guess the grip I had on the armrests gave me away. Panic set in. I didn’t want to alarm the kids, so I attempted to communicate a silent “Help!” with my eyes. My partner only shrugged, not exactly the response I hoped for.
Chaos Unleashed
Moments later, the flight attendant announced that due to traffic control issues, other flights had been canceled, but we were cleared to continue our journey. As a mother, it’s my duty to remain calm in crises, so I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned to my son, who was still happily occupied with his tablet. Obviously sensing his need for comfort, I offered him a pack of organic gummy snacks — because, naturally, maintaining a “no artificial” diet is crucial when life feels precarious.
“I’m not hungry,” he replied, his voice trembling. “You’re… not… hungry?” When he finally looked up, his face was ghostly pale. Without warning, he thrust his tablet into my lap and uttered the dreaded words: “My tummy hurts!”
Within mere moments, chaos ensued. The eruption of vomit was nothing short of catastrophic, splattering everywhere: on himself, in the car seat, and pooling in his lap. If I had felt nauseous before, I certainly did now. My instinct was to leap from my seat and evade the impending mess.
Did I mention that when he vomits, he also tends to pass out? Well, he does. So there I was, a fully grown woman, perched on my wheelchair-bound daughter’s lap in a desperate bid to escape the vomit storm. Yes, it was my finest parenting moment, with the entire plane as my audience.
My partner, a new dad himself, quickly unbuckled our son and attempted to clean him up before my cheeks had a chance to regain their color. Once I gathered myself, I rubbed my son’s back and blew gently on his face to rouse him. Miraculously, it worked — just enough for him to open his eyes, turn slightly, and unleash another wave of vomit, this time all over my husband, who promptly began to retch himself. At that moment, I seriously considered skydiving out of the plane.
The Aftermath
Eventually, my son regained his composure and declared he was “feeling all better now.” Thankfully, amidst the cramped airplane rows, we had plenty of space to clean up. Oh wait, that’s a lie. We had a space barely half our body widths, and the floor was littered with the gluten-free pretzels I had thrown to the ground in my earlier panic episodes.
While my partner struggled to remove his vomit-splattered shirt, I helped my son out of his clothes, dressing him in the only spare item from our carry-on — which, of course, he would soon manage to vomit on too. By the time we touched down, any vestige of travel confidence I had was replaced by the tears of motherhood failure. My now shirtless partner carried our son’s car seat, while I dressed him in whatever clean items remained: a winter coat, an ill-fitting Pull-Up, and damp shoes from a recent sink wash.
Together, we disembarked and made our way to the jet bridge, where the too-small Pull-Up promptly ripped away from my son. We then found ourselves sprinting our naked child to baggage claim for some pants.
Best flight ever.
Resources for Parents
For those interested in navigating the complexities of parenthood, including the journey of home insemination, check out our other informative articles. For example, you can explore our post about couples’ fertility journey. Additionally, for those considering the at-home approach, resources such as this 21-piece insemination kit are invaluable. For more comprehensive information on insemination techniques, I highly recommend visiting Healthline.
In summary, while traveling with children can be fraught with unexpected challenges, you can take solace in knowing that your flight will likely be less chaotic than mine.
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