Let me preface this by saying I love Zane with all my heart, but being midair at 30K feet with a little boy in hysterics, was blatantly NO FUN!!!! When I first heard we were going on a cruise and it was going out of Florida, which was a 3.5 hour trip, I was scared. Sure, we took Hayley on a plane starting at 10 months but she was, how should I put, it a calm baby. Zane on the other hand is as rambunctious as they come, so I knew taking him along would be difficult. However, I had no idea truly how difficult it was!
I read up on other blogs, as well as friends advice, to give me suggestions on what to do to keep him occupied. I had a whole suitcase filled of snacks, and we stocked up on drinks once we got through security. I also brought my iPad which has picture apps of his favorites, Elmo and Cookie Monster. At 17 months old, he has zero interest in television, despite my valiant attempts to try to turn into a television lover. Gasp… Okay, maybe not a television lover but it would be nice if he sat through 10 minutes of any show! But alas- no such luck with bringing aboard a DVD player.
We decided not to buy him a seat, as the prices on the planes these days are exuberant! So, he was a lap child- or at least that is what I thought he would be. I told my husband the smart thing would be to be one of the last to board because I knew that would leave as little time as possible to get himself in trouble. We boarded the plane at 12:35 with a takeoff time of 1:00 pm. Since we had only 25 minutes between the time of takeoff and boarding, I was able to keep him occupied with my cell phone. He loves my cell phone but honestly don’t all little ones. Then it was time to shut off the phone and take off. He did excellent taking off. I, on the other hand, was scared out of my mind because we were hitting a big storm but I digress. Anyway, about 10 minutes after takeoff, he started screaming. Nope it had nothing to do with his ears but rather he was BORED. I also knew it was nap time but unfortunately this is the only flight that was available.
I proceeded to get up and walk around the plane. He was quiet for a few minutes until he ran down the aisle so fast that he knocked into a lady drinking cranberry juice with a white shirt. You can guess what happened next…. The woman was very nice thankfully. After this incident, we returned to our seat. He would not have it. Cried…Cried…Cried. I counted that he was in hysterics for exactly 2 hours, 45 minutes of the flight. It was miserable- truly miserable!!!!
Thankfully, once we got home, I put him to bed and he slept 15 hours straight. I guess you can say, he was TIRED. I know that I won’t be traveling anytime soon with him on a plane. Maybe at Hayley’s age, I will try again..We will see. I think I am permanently scared. On that note… Do you have any good or bad stories with flying with young kids? Any tips you have? I am sure we would all love to know!