"As for me, I'll take one baby marinated in a dish please"

That is going to be one "spirited girl."

That is going to be one spirited girl....

Words from a lady who had the pleasure of sitting one row back and three seats over from us on the airplane from Seattle to Phoenix.  The lady was talking to her husband while Ben was bouncing Ellyette up and down in the flight attendant’s sitting area to try to prevent her from crying.

And that wasn’t even the bad plane ride.  I got to do that one by myself.  I had a feeling when she refused to go down for a nap prior to flying that it might not be a great trip.  But I did not expect to cry.  Twice.
First off.  I hate Allegiant airlines.  DO YOU HEAR THAT ALLEGIANT?  I HATE FLYING YOUR AIRLINE!!!
I mean really. I’m 5’2’ and 120 pounds and my knees almost touch the seat in front of me.  And while I am one kid deep, my hips aren’t so huge that they should be hitting the passengers on both sides of the isle, yet they do.  However the lure of $89 from Phoenix to Bellingham made me temporarily forget how uncomfortable the airplane was.  So I booked.  And then I paid to have luggage. Because charging for luggage, even the carry-on type, seems to be the rage.  And if Ben wasn’t so smart, I would have paid for borage of other items that they try to trick you into purchasing. You know, like seat selections, trip insurance, walking into the terminal, wearing blue or purple, and breathing.....
Rant over as I know I will fly Allegiant again with their cheap airfare and direct flights into Bellingham. Sigh.
Anyway, I thought I came prepared to fly solo with E.  I even went so far as to buy Wendy’s chicken nuggets as a special treat all the while knowing that they are made of random chicken parts pieced together with who knows what and laced with flavor, color and yellow number 5.
But I knew I needed amo.  I just didn’t realize that not even Wendy’s would trick her into being good.  
 Before I knew what I was getting myself into....
I was one of the last five people on the plane.  Great for me for not having to sit forever while people loaded.  Bad for the women sitting next to me who thought she might get away with having an empty seat next to her only to have me and my baby show up at the end.  I could see the disappointment on her face when I said, “looks like you got the booby prize” or something like that.  And she didn’t even know what she was in for at that point.  
The first problem came when we sat on the runway for 20 minutes.  This came after the extra half hour we spent in the terminal due to a “lightning delay.”  Ellyette starting wiggling around, touching the lady next to me, grabbing her book and squealing.   Once we got into the air she got upset that she had no room to do anything and the crying began. 
I started with the sippy cup.  No luck.  I then went to my iced tea.  Good for 20 minutes.  Only two hours and thirty minutes left.  Once that didn’t work anymore I pulled out the big guns.  Chicken nuggest.  She ate two.  10 more minutes gone.  Two hours and twenty minutes left.  Then the bottle came out.  She threw it on the ground and cried.  We were so cramped I couldn’t pick it up.  Then out came the iPhone.  Ten minutes more before the crying started again.  Two hours left.  Walking up and down the isle while my hips hit the passengers on both sides repeatedly.  Twenty more minutes gone. One hour forty minutes left.
And so it went.
The big meltdown happened when I took her in the bathroom to play in the sink.  After about 10 minutes I knew I needed to free up the bathroom for people who really needed to use it.  Ellyette was not happy about it.  A full-fledged temper tantrum ensued complete with arched back, balled fists, head thrown back and screaming. 
There were also plenty of tears. From me. 
After finally calming her down, the airplane village got on board to help me out.  One lady lent me her child’s book, another let me use her ipad with Elmo apps. (apparently the apps on my iPad weren’t good enough). And then I cried again because I was so grateful. 
Ellyette spent the last 35 minutes behaving. 
Fortunatly the first stop after the plane ride was to Elizabeth Station for a couple strong beers and extended family fun.  A much needed band aid from the trip.
Can’t wait for the 17 hour trip to Prague in a few weeks!
 Look mom!! I just love to fly

1 comment:

  1. OH I had a flight like that. It wasn't as cramped as I was lucky to have the extra seat for room, but the screaming and flailing like she was having some sort of fit was awful. I was embarrassed and felt bad for the other passengers. Luckily no one said anything or I would have had a complete meltdown myself. Sounds like you had some great other passengers. Here's hoping for a MUCH better experience on your way to Prague!