After countless people told me that we were crazy, I won’t necessarily dispute them, but I will be sure to tell them that they were wrong about taking Kai to Australia.
As I alluded to in my last two posts, Kai flew quietly from Indy, on through Chicago, and to Los Angeles. We were quite impressed, but a bit nervous that a solid day of sleep would bite us when it really counted on the flight from LA to Sydney. We got even more nervous when we boarded our flight and found out that we would not have the bassinet that had been promised to us again and again over the past few weeks. [Huge customer service fail.] That little change of plans made me seriously question my judgement. Um, wait, I’m going to hold the loudest baby daycare has ever seen for the next fourteen hours?
Indeed, I was, well, with a few breaks provided by Chris anyway. Surprisingly, it went pretty well. Naturally, we were on the plane long enough for Kai to get fussy to let me know that her diaper was dirty and, admittedly, we had two screaming outbursts lasting more than a minute or so.
The first was when we had to do a diaper/clothes/diaper change when Kai decided that she needed to go more halfway through a diaper change. To her credit, she did calm down right away after she was clean and fully dressed again. This baby does not like to be naked!
The second was when we had to wait for nearly ten minutes for the bathroom with the changing table. Some dude was in there treating it like his home throne. He was in there long enough that I knocked and asked him if he was ok. He did not answer me, but he did promptly emerge from the bathroom.
I might have tried changing the diaper at my seat, but I could feel her little rear end rumbling in my hand, so I was sure that it was going to be a serious diaper. I was right and, after the double diaper change earlier, I was glad that I hung out and waited for a proper changing table.
Other than those two incidents, things went amazingly well. In fact, she cried significantly less in this twenty four hour period than in a typical one at home. Kai seems to be a sucker for white noise, so an airplane might be the perfect soothing device for her.
All in all, things went well. In fact, it may have been the least traumatic 12+ hour flight* I have ever been on. Normally I face unprecedented levels of boredom by say, hour two, but Kai did a good job of keeping me busy and entertained the whole way.