On Monday, we flew to North Carolina. Now, I have a history of having some of the most unfortunate flight delays in the history of my family and flying. I've spent the night on two different trips during a layover in the Chicago O'Hare airport, as well as had many a delay there. I've had numerous flight delays that prevent me from getting home until well after midnight. I've been the kid to call home with the words of, "Hey Dad, I've got some bad news." I've sat on the tarmac for hours before takeoff and had everything from mechanical to weather delays.
But, since being married, the delays have all but vanished. I joke that Jonathan must be flying good luck. We are almost always on time, and the worst delay we had during all our Asia travels was the first flight headed to China. So, we've been pretty lucky in catching our flights recently...I should have known it was too good to be true.
We drove up the the airport, stopped by to pick up Jonathan's parents, who were going to drive our car back to our house from the airport, and made it to the airport in great time. The luggage situation was a little crazy- trying to carry Peter, a diaper bag, a messenger bag with the computer, a small roller suitcase, a duffel bag and a toddler car seat...it was a little unwieldy. But, we made it through security super easy and found our gate with ease. Jonathan talked to the airport gate person about when we could check the car seat and learned we had to wait until boarding. But, that was fine. We didn't have too long to wait. Peter walked around a bit, we ate some food, and soon it was boarding time.
We started to go on, and one of the airport workers asked if we would wait a moment. She was trying to change the passenger who was sitting in the row with us to another seat so Peter could have his own seat. We waited for a bit, and then we went to our seats and she said she would keep paging him and see if he would switch. I figured, anyone in their mind would switch given the options of sitting next to a couple with an almost 2 year old verses sitting next to adults.
We boarded, got everything put in its place and hoped the guy would switch seats. Everyone was on the plane and we were ready to go, and no one came to sit with us! She switched him! So, we had extra space. Then, just as we were getting comfy, a flight attendant came on the speakers and delivered the bad news. The plane had hit a bird on its last flight, and the dent on the wing was too large to pop out. So, we would have to de-board and switch planes so they could repair the wing.
So, we waited until almost everyone else was off, then we pulled all of our bags and the small one off the plane. We waited at the gate until they told us where to go next. After a few minutes of waiting, the news came. We were switching gates and waiting for a plane that was coming in from a flight from Cabo. It would be two and a half hours before that flight landed and got checked for us to fly on. Gah. So, I called my dad with the bad news. Instead of getting in around 11pm...we'd be arriving around 1:30am. The only plus was that with the later leaving time, it would be around Peter's bed time, so ideally he would sleep the majority of the flight.
We went to the new gate and made friends with a couple who had a son who was a year and a half old. They shared toys and snacks. We fed Peter and changed him into pajamas in hopes he would recognize that it was time to sleep soon. Finally the flight arrived and it was time to board. The airport worker came on and informed us of more exciting news. The pilots were coming close to their limit of being on the clock. So, if we took longer than 30 minutes to board, they would have to find new pilots and we would have to wait even longer. Well, that was all the motivation we needed. Everyone was on, buckled and luggage stowed in record time, and we finally took off. While everyone was getting on, I sent a text to my dad, "Reboarding now." His response, "Good job. Don't touch anything."
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| Peter exploring his seat. |
It was a pretty calm flight. A little turbulence, but nothing bad. I tried to sleep for the first half to no avail. Peter on the other hand did not try to sleep at all. He had so much energy, and because it was so late, he was quite cranky. He wouldn't take his binky or blanket and he would scream from time to time. Jonathan took him for walks, we fed him, other parents gave us books and toys to let him play with. It was exhausting. Finally for about the last 30 minutes, he laid down on the floor and was out within minutes. We landed in foggy Charlotte, got off the plane, waited for the car seat and found my dad. Peter fell asleep during the ride home and stayed asleep once we got there. It made for a crazy night, but we made it home.