The things that will never make it in the baby books and other musings from a stay at home mom

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

The weary travelers return

I've always said that if you approach things like air travel with two small children expecting the worst, things can only be better than you anticipated. This time, the trip met our expectations.

On the way to Arizona, Julia suddenly complained of feeling ill and then her eyes rolled back into her head and shut and every bit of color drained from her body. For the record, 32,000 feet is not the best place to have a medical emergency. The cause of her sudden malaise was unclear, but some attention and extra beverages from the flight attendants eventually brought her around. By the time we landed, she was quite chipper again. I was still having heart palpitations at the mental image of holding my child's pale and motionless body in my arms, however. Still am, truth be told.

On the way home, our flight was delayed for 3 hours and our children used up every bit of their "play quietly with airplane toys" quotient before we ever even left the ground. In the air, they both demonstrated a shocking inability to behave in public places. Julia whined all the way home. Evan screamed and arched his back and flailed like an epileptic in the midst of a seizure. No one slept. No one played quietly. And none of the passengers who unconvincingly admired them did a very good job of masking their true horror as they inched away from us toward the exit rows.

On the up side, the actual time we spent in Arizona was surprisingly delightful. The kids had a ball and frankly, so did we. A good time and plenty of soy milk was had by all. And now we are home, and as Paul pointed out as we finally tucked our children into bed at 11:00 last night, we will never have to fly with a 20 month old again. Amen to that.


At 2:53 PM, Blogger Steph said...

Wow, I got chills reading about Julia's episode. I hope that it was a one-time thing and that she is okay now.

We had a similar experience on our return flight from Florida last night. Delayed by a couple hours and finally got ours tucked into bed at around 1:30am.

Oh yeah, glad your soy milk got there on time, too :)

At 3:28 PM, Blogger Kristy said...

Um, I said something similar, but oh so different to Gretchen...

Would it weird you out if I said I was thinking about you and your soy milk all week?? Because...if it would, then, um, I didn't say it ;-)

Glad you're home.

I've fainted from the combination of exhaustion and a wee lack of oxygen on an airplane (the levels were fine for everyone else, just not for me) Let's hope that's hwat happed to Julia. Hugs to her.

Arizona. Two small children. You. Are. Brave.

At 4:55 PM, Anonymous Gretchen C. said...

OMG! Sam did something like that recently. We never found out what it was, either. Complained of feeling sick as we were walking into a restaurant, and then just blacked out in Ben's lap and slept like he was dead. But then was fine. We didn't know whether to eat lunch or call an ambulance. At least we weren't up in the air! I would have gone to pieces.

Mmmm, soy milk. If my family ever meets your family, I definitely know what beverage will be on the table. We drink staggering amounts of that stuff.

Welcome home. You were very much missed, especially by people too stupid and/or forgetful to realize you were in Arizona.


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