I did not think flying with Tiny by myself would be easy…

In fact, in the weeks leading up to the trip that would take us all the way up the East coast back to my hometown, I agonized over how hard that very task would be. I had never gotten Tiny to sit still in my lap for more than 3 minutes, how would I keep her there for 3 hours?

My friends who had flown with infants assured me it really wouldn’t be that bad.

Provided that I packed enough diapers- because gravity really kicks in up there…

And so long as I made sure to have her drink something upon take-off so her little ears didn’t pop…

So long as I did those two things I would be fine, she would probably sleep the whole way…

The only problem with this positive thinking, was that it didn’t take into account all the stuff that had to happen before we even took off:

Things like making sure Tiny had everything she would need for the next 5 weeks. (This involved borrowing items from helpful folks back home in Boston,) making sure that the diaper bag (aka Tiny’s carry on) was stocked with snacks and toys and blankies and anything she could possibly need while I was trapped with her 30,000 feet in the air.

Once that was done, it was time to actually go to the airport. This wasn’t that difficult to start as Mr. Wright was there to carry the extra bags and watch Tiny while I used the ladies room for the 11th time.. but once we said our goodbyes it was like the twilight zone…It was just me and Tiny.. for the next month…me and this itty bitty baby who totally depended on me for everything. No more tagging her Daddy to bail me out, no more sleeping in.. this was it.

Our first fun adventure came when we needed to travel through airport secuirty. While balancing the suitcase with one foot, the diaper bag, and Tiny, I had to somehow fold up the stroller- one handed…. I have done some really challenging things in my day and folding up a stroller with one hand is definitely on that list. After folding it up, I was instructed to shove the entire thing into the x-ray machine… no easy task with two hands but with one… it was nearly impossible!

Once that ordeal was done, and my shoes were back on and the baby food was deemed safe, we were ready to walk to the gate. We got there just as they were calling our boarding group and just in time for me to fold up the stroller again… Awesome…

We got on the plane and into our seat…it looked like the hardest part was over! We settled in for a nice relaxing flight..

And for the most part it was! Tiny did really well, and we were lucky enough to have a nice lady sitting next to us who offered to be an extra set of hands which was so helpful…

Just as my friends had warned, Tiny went through about 7 diapers over the course of the flight, and her ears popped every time the darn plane descended, but for the most part it really wasn’t that bad.

Would I fly with an infant by myself again? Probably not, but it could have been a lot worse…

Once we arrived in Boston, it became self evident just how different things were here now.

My best friend picked us up at the airport and so began the month long period of doing it all by myself…  It is a good thing morning sickness was almost over because I was on my own…

So began a month of being a single parent….

*To be Continued…..

NSMM<3

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