What a trooper:)
In September my grandmother passed away and we had to take a plane to St. Louis for her funeral. My mom came up and we flew from Atlanta to St. Louis with a 4 week old... I had an internal struggle putting my boy on a plane with germy people but I had to be there for that funeral and an hour flight was more appealing than a nine hour drive needing to breast feed. So airplane it was...
What a little guy...
Gigi loves her little guy!
He was so good... the only disaster was that I couldn't handle a baby, diaper bag, a infant carrier, a purse, and a full drink. The drink fell into my brand new purse within the first five minutes of sitting on the plane. It was just a testament to me that I cant do it all and that I need to ask for help when I need it:) It's a good thing that my mom was with me cuz the hormones were a-raging and I was a sobbing mess but she made it better and got me a new drink... Moms are great that way:)
P.S. Sorry these posts are random and really dont make sense but I'm trying... hoping to find a voice in my random stories.