In spite of a
panic attack at 1:30 am the morning that we were to take our plane to Utah, I talked myself out and into the car toward the airport. The day before, I complained to our friends Jenn and Jesse how annoyed I was that Tyler liked to get to the airport so early. I told them that since I had a fear of flying and since we were flying with Ian, I did not want to sit around in an airport and wait for a plane. Jesse and Jenn both assured me that if we were at the airport 45 minutes before take off we would be golden. He even offered to pick us up and take us to the
airport himself. When we arrived at the airport we were there as suggested 45 minuted before take off but what we did not
anticipate was the following....Due to many check in lines being closed and a long line through security were were inching dangerously close to the 7 am take off. When we were half way through the long check in line, we looked at the clock and noticed that we had 15 minutes to make it to get through security and to the departure gate. Thanks to
Tyler's silver tongue, we managed to talk people into letting us cut
in front of them in line so that we could make the flight. Security took another 10 minutes...while running with 3 carry-
ons and a baby we were lagging behind and the loud speaker through out the air port was making the last call to passengers for the 7am flight to Salt Lake City. While running a cute old guy spotted us and got us a ride on an airport passenger cart which
whizzed us right up to our gate. If it was not for the ride, I don't think we would have made it on the plane and after all my efforts to psych myself up to get to the airport, not making the flight there would have been unbearable. The real test was Ian on the plane...the last time that he flew he was 3 months old on a 2 hr flight. This time it would be 3 hrs and at 15 months. The night before I headed to
Walgreens to pick up some
Benedryl to use as a
sedative for Ian if he was unable to relax on the plane. Before I bought the stuff however, I felt I needed to
confer with the
pharmacists on duty about my intentions. When I explained my plans she immediately she put the
ka-bosh on the idea very quickly when she expressed that Ian could stop breathing and even die. I was convinced and hoped for the best. Ian was actually great on the plane I am happy to report...he made friends on the flight and the
stewardess even walked him up and down the aisle so he could get a good look around the place. He slept a good hour and was pretty rested when we met up with my brother Moe and his awesome girlfriend for breakfast. The next few hrs were spent trying to track down a crib on C
raigslist so that Ian could sleep nice and easy while away from home. A day into the trip Ian got a fever and for the rest of the trip he was all snot and
diarrhea. I felt horrible for him! He would not eat or drink much bot
luckily he would sip water and a juice box. He started to feel better the day we left, his fever went down and he started to eat a little bit more. Poor little bugger.
In spite of a panic attack at 1:30 am the morning that we were to take our plane to Utah, I talked myself out and into the car toward the airport. The day before, I complained to our friends Jenn and Jesse how annoyed I was that Tyler liked to get to the airport so early. I told them that since I had a fear of flying and since we were flying with Ian, I did not want to sit around in an airport and wait for a plane. Jesse and Jenn both assured me that if we were at the airport 45 minutes before take off we would be golden. He even offered to pick us up and take us to the airport himself. When we arrived at the airport we were there as suggested 45 minuted before take off but what we did not anticipate was the following....Due to many check in lines being closed and a long line through security were were inching dangerously close to the 7 am take off. When we were half way through the long check in line, we looked at the clock and noticed that we had 15 minutes to make it to get through security and to the departure gate. Thanks to Tyler's silver tongue, we managed to talk people into letting us cut in front of them in line so that we could make the flight. Security took another 10 minutes...while running with 3 carry-ons and a baby we were lagging behind and the loud speaker through out the air port was making the last call to passengers for the 7am flight to Salt Lake City. While running a cute old guy spotted us and got us a ride on an airport passenger cart which whizzed us right up to our gate. If it was not for the ride, I don't think we would have made it on the plane and after all my efforts to psych myself up to get to the airport, not making the flight there would have been unbearable. The real test was Ian on the plane...the last time that he flew he was 3 months old on a 2 hr flight. This time it would be 3 hrs and at 15 months. The night before I headed to Walgreens to pick up some Benedryl to use as a sedative for Ian if he was unable to relax on the plane. Before I bought the stuff however, I felt I needed to confer with the pharmacists on duty about my intentions. When I explained my plans she immediately she put the ka-bosh on the idea very quickly when she expressed that Ian could stop breathing and even die. I was convinced and hoped for the best. Ian was actually great on the plane I am happy to report...he made friends on the flight and the stewardess even walked him up and down the aisle so he could get a good look around the place. He slept a good hour and was pretty rested when we met up with my brother Moe and his awesome girlfriend for breakfast. The next few hrs were spent trying to track down a crib on Craigslist so that Ian could sleep nice and easy while away from home. A day into the trip Ian got a fever and for the rest of the trip he was all snot and diarrhea. I felt horrible for him! He would not eat or drink much bot luckily he would sip water and a juice box. He started to feel better the day we left, his fever went down and he started to eat a little bit more. Poor little bugger.
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