A few weeks ago, I debated how I should take a baby across the country -- buy her a seat? fly first class so that I have a bigger seat? take a red-eye? I did what any parent in this situation would do, begged my spouse to come along. Sensing my distress (after my last plane ride with Olivia,) Spencer kindly agreed to join us on the trip.
We are taking a red-eye to Newark. Since we were a bit late, our seats have been changed. As we get on the plane, the flight attendant tells me that my seat is a comfy aisle seat, my husband is in the the middle seat in the row behind me. I sit down next to two petite Asian women who have fun cooing with Olivia. Wow, this is going to be pretty easy -- sitting next to small people who like kids.
Spencer on the other hand, is sitting in the middle seat between two large people. About a 1/2 hour into the flight, Spencer takes the baby for a walk in the galley and never comes back. Since the baby is asleep, I offer to trade seats with him as long as he takes the baby (I'm a little smaller after all.)
When we get back to the seats, I see the conundrum -- I'm not quite sure how to get over the body mass of the person in the aisle seat. (She's sound asleep.) I have climbed across sleeping passengers by stepping onto the center armrest, but I'm not sure that my legs are long enough to make it across her body.
Eventually, the woman wakes up and I get into the seat. I'm doing okay, until the baby starts
crying an hour later. Since we can't easily trade seats again, Spencer passes her to me and the real fun begins -- manipulating a baby while sitting in the middle seat.
Luckily, the two people sitting next to me folded their arms across their chests (instead of on the armrests.) It was pretty nice of them. I know Olivia was overflowing into their personal space as well, and they were more considerate than other slimmer passengers I've sat next to! But man, my back was sore after that trip. I am still in need of a massage!
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