A Lot Can Happen in an Hour and a Half!

So a couple weeks ago I went to California to spend some time with the fam. We had a blast... going to the beach, the zoo, eating out, etc., but I thought I would share my MOST memorable experience. Which was Flying Home! I booked a 7 a.m. flight out of Long Beach (What was I thinking? I am so not a morning person!) So that meant I was up at 5:30, along with my poor parents, and out the door at 5:45. My plan was that it was so early that Maddie would just sleep through the entire thing.(I was even going to let her travel in her p.j.'s) Ha ha ha! As soon as I put her in the car she was awake all wide eyed and bushy tailed. Ok so that wasn't part of plan A, but hey at least she was happy. We get on the plane and have the row to ourselves. Nice! I wait until the plane takes off to bust out the milk. She starts looking very sleepy,she lays her head on my shoulder, then she looks at me and smiles (I think, "This is going to be a great plane ride!") Right then she pukes ALL over me. I mean from my neck to my lap. And man did it stink. So I try to get the flight attendants attention. No luck there. So I had to stand up to hit the call button, which helped the puke hit any areas it had previously missed. He throws at me a plastic bag and some "deodorizing wipes." F.Y.I. deodorizing wipes and puke, not a good match!!! The puke was bad enough on its on, but when combined with the wipes, Whoa! I couldn't stand to be near myself.
K so I'm dealing with the smell, not sure about the people around me, but I'm thinking well hey at least she's happy. Then I smell another unpleasant aroma. That's right! Now Maddie has done her diaper. There are no changing tables on a plane. So I'm staying positive and I am just grateful that we have the row to ourselves, because I'm sure a stranger would not have enjoyed M laying across their lap as I changed her.. At this point, I am also grateful for the plastic bag the flight attendant so graciously threw at me.
So I deal with that and I'm starting to think "Are we there yet?" Oh no we are only about 30 mins into the flight. Only an hour left. Not bad. And to be honest I kept thinking this is going to be a great story to tell.... And that's when it happened.... My sweet little angel grew two heads and scrame her head off for 40 minutes straight. NOTHING I did would calm her. I had more milk, treats, new toys I had bought just for the plane ride, and my beautiful singing voice that I am sure my fellow passengers really enjoyed combined with the ear piercing screams of my child. 40 minutes of straight screaming. All the lame flight attendants would do was pass by and look like they felt sorry for me. Finally, as the plane was starting to descend, a flight attendant came by and asked if they could get her something. I was finally at my breaking point and started bawling my eyes out and said "how bout some apple juice."Right then, Maddie spotted a lady across the aisle from us, who had a sweet little four year old who had slept through the whole thing! And Maddie started playing peek a boo with her. Tantrum over! My sweet friendly baby was done with the tantrum just like that. Now I was the one who couldn't stop crying. People cheered when the plane landed(j/k) but I am POSITIVE they wanted to.
As I was getting off the plane all I could think about was taking a shower and getting out of my black shirt that was now stained down the front with puke (oh yeah I am not only smelling divine. I am looking good too!) . My ride was delayed an hour because of bad weather. I finally get my suit case and find a wrinkly shirt to change into, all though it didn't mask the smell, as it had seeped into my skin by this point. Don't' worry there is a happy ending to this story. My ride showed and I took the longest shower of my life! 2 weeks later the smell is finally dissipating. Ha ha!