imagine you’re on an international flight with one layover. now, imagine that layover only being 31 minutes. next, add in a 3.5 month old baby (who is currently teething). then, add in a car seat & stroller, diaper bag, and yeti full of warm water for bottles.
this was me at 4am this morning on my way to Puerto Vallarta. the hubs had the assist through the ticket counter line and most of the tsa line. i swear i had to hold back the tears when him and his help left. i got through security 3 minutes before boarding. folding & gate checking all of b’s stuff while holding her at the same time has me wondering why moms don’t develop another couple of arms/hands once they become mothers. anyways. bless the lady that offered to carry my bag to my seat while i finished up. b decided to do this “ i want my bottle but i get distracted WAY too easily” thing. cue me bouncing in my seat while trying to feed her in hopes of avoiding ear pain on the flight. ha, almost forgot me attempting to squeeze baby Tylenol into her mouth and it exploding all over both of us #mombrain
. now here we are on our final flight after running through the airport pushing a stroller, while panicking to my husband on the phone & spilling that aforementioned water cup all in her seat. this shit show ended up somewhat okay when i arrived at the terminal sweaty & out of breath because they informed me that i have an ENTIRE row to myself and that i could bring her car seat on board. does the good outweigh the bad? not really sure yet. i’ll check back with y’all later ✌🏼