traveling at 41,000 feet for 8 hours with an infant

my mom, beau, and i flew to new york yesterday, to visit family. it's about time he gets to meet that side of the family!

i was so nervous about flying with a baby. i didn't want to be that person on the flight with a screaming infant and having no idea how to calm them. i was picturing worse case scenario the whole way to the airport. check-in went smoothly, saying goodbye to bobby went semi-smoothly (i cried), and boarding the plane went okay.

we were able to score the bulkhead seats, thank goodness. the airline was exceedingly accommodating and hooked in a bassinet for us to use during the flight. the bassinet was interesting, though. it had a flap that came down on top of the bassinet to make sure the baby wouldn't fly out during unexpected turbulence. we placed beau in it for a bit and pulled the flap down. it was pretty funny. poor kid had no idea what was going on.

eventually, we were able to get beau to sleep and lay in there without the flap. i'm not 100% sure that was kosher with the airline, but no baby is going to willingly sleep with a lid on their bed. 

overall, the flight went perfectly. beau was such a good baby and all of my worrying was for nothing. he didn't get fussy at all until maybe the last half hour or so during the landing. people on the plane complimented how well he handled the flight. it made us all feel pretty great. 

let's hope he does just as well on the flight back in a few weeks!

all my love,

E