The flight home from our holiday was…. interesting. A wee bit challenging.
Okay. I’m just going to say it – it was pretty awful.
Alfie had picked up a cold on our last day (but, of course) and so he was feeling a bit under the weather. And he’d started teething again. Hello Molars!
And then we had the delightful flight delay at Tenerife airport (thanks TUI) for no apparent reason, which every parent dreads anyway.
I could feel that Alfie was getting anxious before we’d even got to sit down in our seats. It then transpires that Alfie was only allowed to sit on the left hand side of the plane. (Whaaa?)
I was seated on the right, with the other kids. Brooks was sat across the aisle on the left.
We find that it’s better for all the kids to be sat together and the other adult across the row and we sort of tag team.
Jackson always helps with Alfie, and Maggie to be fair, and it seems to work well. And he settles better with mummy at the moment.
But I digress.
Luckily, the kind lady and her son next to Brooks agreed to swap seats.
But Alfie was already wriggling and as the plane took off, so did he. He screamed for a good 10 minutes. And I mean – he screamed like only a teething/ear-aching baby can.
Then he fell asleep for an hour and seemed a bit perkier but then the screaming started again as we started our descent into Gatwick.
I tried everything. Feeding him, cuddling him, distracting him. Nothing worked. Thinking about his cold, it must have been his ears.
Normally, you would get a few passive aggressive sighs and angry stares from other passengers – but not this time.
There was so much kindness. So much understanding. Honestly, I was surprised and really touched by how wonderful our fellow passengers were. It must have been a tricky flight for them too, but rather than huffing and puffing, they showed their solidarity.
One older lady passed me a fan to try and cool him off, another woman in the row behind us put her hand on my shoulder, smiled and said: “We’ve all been there honey. Don’t worry”.
As soon as we touched down in London Alfie stopped crying and we made it home, tired but happy.
Travelling with kids is challenging, no matter how many kids you have. Parenting is hard.
Feeling the support from our fellow passengers on the plane made the trip bearable and definitely reignited my faith in humanity again.
As the saying goes:
“Be kind; you never know what someone else is going through.”