To fly with a crying baby can be a real challenge to overcome. Most parents fear it. I did as well. But not anymore because we survived a 20 hour trip with connecting flights with a crying baby.
Most days our baby girl is gentle and sweet, but when we were on our way home from Mauritius, she had a high fever and she was crying hysterically most of the 10 hour flight to Paris.
I knew boarding the airplane, that is was going to be one of the toughest flights ever. Our baby girl had been uneasy and crying most of the day. We had visited the local doctor and he thought she was fit to fly, even though she had a sore throat and really high fever. I had truly hoped that he would declare our baby girl to sick to fly, but he didn’t.
We therefore drove to the airport with a crying baby and prepared us for a flight from hell. We knew that is was our turn to recieve those irritated and tired looks from other passengers just wanting to have some peace and quiet. I was sweating even before we boarded. I was nervous about flying in a tiny aircraft with a screaming baby not being able to escape the other passengers for 10 hours.
Being in the aircraft my worst feers became a reality. Our baby was crying hysterically during take off. We tried with water to reduce the pressure in her ears, it didn’t work. We tried with the pacifier, didn’t work, we tried with raisins and other snacks – didn’t work. In the end I just tried to stay as calm as I could singing her a lullaby. It didn’t work either, but it took some of my focus away from the fact that she was crying and crying.
We were on the row just behind the toilets and therefore we had a babycot. But during take off our baby girl had to wear a seatbelt and be seated. I was counting the seconds until the lights in the “be seated lamps” was swithed off. I wanted to stand and have some space so that I could comfort our baby girl. Finally I was able to stand up and walk around with our baby girl. I ended up going to one of the toilets escaping the many passengers. In there I could relax and suddenly our baby girl relaxed as well. She was not asleep but calm in my arms. I was sweating and worried that she would start to cry again the instant I walked out from the toilet. But she didn’t. We maneged to get her to sleep in the cot. She woke a million times during that night. And yes we did get the irritated looks, when she cried for the 10th time that night, but in the end I was to tired to think of the other passengers, I just worried about our baby girl. We got through the night – most of the night I was standing with our baby in the aisle gently rocking her in my arms. Finally arriving in Paris I was exhausted, but also very pleased to be able to get out of the airplane for a while before our final flight to Billund.
We did it – we survived travelling 20 hours with a hysterically crying baby with high fever. I afterwards promised myself that I will never send parents traveling with kids irritated looks, not even when I am old and grey and not traveling with kids myself 🙂
The Lesson learned is, that it is stressful to fly with a crying baby. It gets worse if you choose to let it affect you, like I did. I was affected by all the irritated passengers looking at my crying baby. But when I finally got myself under control, my baby was also under control and I started to believe we could get through it.
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