Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Noah's first swimming experience...
Monday, July 2, 2012
Noah meets new family and friends...
Traveling to Pennsylvania: An adventure with Noah
My little traveler and I....This flight home story is definitely one to share! All settled in our aisle seat, I waited til the plane started moving fast to feed him. He was great on the way up... not a peep out of him for almost three hours. We were served our dinner and although I ate the food, I sensed something tasted weird. So, about an hour goes by and I feel some gurgling going on in my stomach and get that not so fun feeling that I'm about to hurl.
Luckily, I was seated in an aisle and close to the back of the plane. With Noah strapped to me, I booked itas fast as I could to the bathroom. I guess you would figure out what happened next... didn't hit the toilet, but all over the wall, sink,and floor. Are you getting a mental picture of this? Noah crying (just happens to be his fussy time or the fact that I'm holding his head to the side not to puke on him) and I'm spewing... Lord, give me strength ... Oh, so I didn't even have a chance to close the bathroom door either, so the back rows got a lovely show. I wipe my mouth and attempt to wipe up sink.... (Noah screaming now, I'm shushing, bouncing, wiping, etc) I tell the flight attendant " I got sick" and she says "oh honey, go ahead and sit down we'll clean it up, here's some club soda" I stay in the back though, as I'm still queasy. Bouncing Noah= not helping the queasiness. She goes over to the bathroom, glances inside as I say "I didn't hit the toilet" and says, "we'll just close this one down" Four more hours of this horrid stomach feeling til I land in Atlanta- augh! I continued to sip on club soda and bounce/sway til Noah calmed as I fed him. The back of the plane was definitely a happening place as I was there conversing with the flight attendants (who used to live in Hawaii Kai) and other passengers who'd say, "ah, he's cute, not a happy camper right now, though, hu? He finally fell asleep with an hour left to go of the flight. We landed in Atlanta and I don't think I was ever so happy to use a large public restroom...lol. Changed Noah and collected myself, bought a plain bagel and went to find a place to nurse him at the gate. Thank God Noah slept the entire time on the second flight from Atlanta to Newark. Think I'm going to pass on eating airline food from now on....
Luckily, I was seated in an aisle and close to the back of the plane. With Noah strapped to me, I booked itas fast as I could to the bathroom. I guess you would figure out what happened next... didn't hit the toilet, but all over the wall, sink,and floor. Are you getting a mental picture of this? Noah crying (just happens to be his fussy time or the fact that I'm holding his head to the side not to puke on him) and I'm spewing... Lord, give me strength ... Oh, so I didn't even have a chance to close the bathroom door either, so the back rows got a lovely show. I wipe my mouth and attempt to wipe up sink.... (Noah screaming now, I'm shushing, bouncing, wiping, etc) I tell the flight attendant " I got sick" and she says "oh honey, go ahead and sit down we'll clean it up, here's some club soda" I stay in the back though, as I'm still queasy. Bouncing Noah= not helping the queasiness. She goes over to the bathroom, glances inside as I say "I didn't hit the toilet" and says, "we'll just close this one down" Four more hours of this horrid stomach feeling til I land in Atlanta- augh! I continued to sip on club soda and bounce/sway til Noah calmed as I fed him. The back of the plane was definitely a happening place as I was there conversing with the flight attendants (who used to live in Hawaii Kai) and other passengers who'd say, "ah, he's cute, not a happy camper right now, though, hu? He finally fell asleep with an hour left to go of the flight. We landed in Atlanta and I don't think I was ever so happy to use a large public restroom...lol. Changed Noah and collected myself, bought a plain bagel and went to find a place to nurse him at the gate. Thank God Noah slept the entire time on the second flight from Atlanta to Newark. Think I'm going to pass on eating airline food from now on....
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