Oh. My. Word.
Our poor baby was so lost and sleep deprived before we put him on a plane, we really had no hope. So, on the morning we left, we woke him up at 3:30 and headed to the airport. He was fussy and tired and we thought surely he’d sleep on the plane. We boarded at 5:30 and he played with buckles the entire flight. He finally fell asleep while we were walking to our next gate and took a short hour long nap…. and then we boarded the next flight. According to his schedule, he should have slept for an hour in the middle and then for 3 hours at the end of the flight. Nope. Didn’t happen. He just screamed bloody murder for 30 minutes, slept for maybe that long, then went crazy for the rest of the flight. He climbed from my lap to the carseat to Josh’s lap and back. He wouldn’t eat anything. He wouldn’t let us put a show on for him. It was the longest flight of my life. For real.
But we made it!!!