Before this trip took place, This trip of getting to West Virginia where my husband will be working for the next 6 weeks or so. I was debating what would be better or worse, Depending on how you want to look at it. Driving out with my husband, So we could have our belongings and a vehicle. Or fly into our destination and meet dad with our things. Well before this experience happened. A day of flying looked like it would be more pleasant than to sit in a car for several days with a child in a car seat for 12-14 hours day.
Blake's first birthday occurred on the day of traveling. First plane ride. Just a constant thought of hoping the day would go smoothly. But our plane was of course running behind. We had a layover in Atlanta and would connect to get to Charleston, With hopefully an hour in-between to have a potty break and maybe grab some food. I was crossing my fingers I wasn't going to be that mother on the plane with the crying screaming kid.. Well that happened. A couple times. Luckily only lasting a couple minutes and not the entire flight. Getting on to the plane wasn't as difficult as I thought because the stewardess was beyond friendly. She took Blake from me so I could put our things in the over head and get settled. And score there were TVs on every seat. So Mickey Mouse and Nemo came to the rescue. Blake just wanted to get down and walk around because now that he's walking thats all he wants to do all day long and get into any mischief like any typical toddler/baby. So that is when the fits occurred when he was fed up from being on the plane. He oddly loved the turbulence. He thought it was hilarious.
Plane landed yay! But behind great. I was sitting in the back of the plane. Of course. The last person to be off. When I had bags, A stroller and yeah a little monster. Getting off the plane as quickly as I could. Figuring out where my gate was. Which happened to be in another terminal. Thanks Delta. Running my ass off to catch the train in the horrible Atlanta airport. Where people were extra unfriendly and NOT helpful at all. Getting to my gate having to wait the circle it took to get to my destination. Finally, Off jogging to my gate number. Meanwhile bumming out I couldn't stop and get Blake and I food. Or a potty break. Poor kid has a soggy diaper. Literally sweating my ass off! Finally arriving to my gate and... CLOSED. WTF. Holy shit. I haven't experienced this much amount of anger in a very long time. Are you seriously fucking kidding me? I am still pissed writing about my whole experience. My connecting flight took off early. Thanks Delta and airport employees for being so helpful and accommodating. Especially to a mother and a baby trying to make it through the already difficult day of traveling. This was a horrid journey alone together. I was seriously livid. Angry tears. Blake kept me up the night before. We were both exhausted and hungry. At least he had his snacks but obviously wasn't enough..
Directed to customer assistance.. Lovely gentleman. Yes more sarcasm. So rude and short. Dude go somewhere else with your shitty attitude. My only option at that point was to wait for the next flight out THREE HOURS later.. But on a Seat Request for a FULL flight. Seriously? Freaking out because of that the likelihood of us getting on the flight was slim. And the likelihood of us having to stay over night was what was probably going to happen. Everything I needed was in my suitcase. You know checking my luggage trying to be smart and not having to worry about hauling it around while I am pushing a kid around the airport. Well my bag was on its merry way to Charleston, West Virginia and we were here in lovely Atlanta, Georgia.
Calling my husband, With him just as pissed. But not making anything better, Because why the hell would I do this in purpose? So I called Delta and complained they did nothing for me. Woman tried to shut me up with a 100$ voucher.. What was that going to solve? So it ended up with only a 200$ voucher towards next flight. I mean I never want to fly again but I guess it was better than nothing. I just wish I didn't have to experience this awful day. And yes things could be worse, I know that I am fortunate in so many ways. But man it was just awful. I was just so aggravated and over the day. So my only other solution was to fly to the nearest airport so I could get to my husband that night. Once the flight change was confirmed I had to haul ass again to a different gate. I was nearly the last person to board the plane. My poor baby fell asleep with a shitty diaper. Passed out on me while I was trying not to hit people in the face with his feet. Once I sat I had a pathetic meltdown. But sometimes I suppose thats what it takes for people around you to help. I think it triggered mothering instincts to the women around me, Because instantly they were grabbing my bags . Helping me buckle up. A man even moved out of his seat and into the one in front so that I could have the extra seat space next to me.. Glad it was only an hour flight. Thank you to those helpful people.
So my husband drove 3 hours to Ohio to come and save us. Poor guy, And 3 hours back. ( Thanks babe <3 ) But the nonsense didn't end there. Once I landed we had to figure out where the hell my luggage was. I got on the phone. Again. And the ignorant woman told me my luggage follows me. Even though I missed my flight. She clearly wasn't comprehending anything I was saying. It was In WV just as we originally figured. Luckily delivered to our hotel the next day. Fortunately with Zach bringing half our belongings via car I had some clothes to change into. Three hours driving back with a grumpy hungry baby. A stop at Mc Donald's, A shitty diaper and a pissing rain storm later we were finally at our hotel.
OOHHH EMMM GEEEE. F that day. Glad its behind me. Grateful we are all here together. Nice change of scenery. Family adventures. But Now I am really contemplating driving back home?
(My only advice I can give for flying with a toddler/baby for the first time. The pins on Pinterest and advice to prepare really didn't help me. But pack SNACKS. I brought Blake tons of fruit and veggie pouches. And his Puffs. Extra water, and formula. Having Over night diapers as well helped too. Because nothing kept him content other than food or a bottle. So otherwise it would have been constant diaper changing or leakage. If you can do not travel alone. It would have been SO nice having a partner on the trip. )