It’s a long flight from the motherland. A really long flight. My first leg had been great, I had been upgraded, and got to sit in a wonderful seat that reclined and massaged me at the same time. So with a little excitement I bored my next plane, wondering what new adventure it would bring.
I got to 27 A.
And I looked around confused. It was my seat, but there was already a woman, with a cute kid on her lap and about four different bags in the seat.
I smiled as sweetly as I could, and asked her if she was in the right seat. Yup. She was in the right seat and the baby was going to be on her lap for the entire journey.
Ok then. So I jump over the bags, which incidentally are under my seat, sat down, and the baby and I began to get to one another, lots of smiles from her, lots of silly faces from me.
And then the plane starts to move and Baby Mo Mo, decides that nope this isn’t where she wants to be, and the screaming begins. And it goes on and on till we land, eight hours later.
The mum half an hour in gets fed up. She tries shoving Pringles up the kids mouth, and a bottle, (which shuts Mo, Mo up for about 5 minutes) and eventually looks at me pleadingly, so I offer to hold her for a bit.
Poor Mo Mo was absolutely stinky from her last journey, and all around us, fellow passengers were giving me the “poor you” look. Mummy Mo, Mo then takes off for about twenty minutes to the wash room, whilst I try in vain to quiten down Miss Mo Mo.
Now, I fully identify the need to not pay for a seat for the kid, however, can you not bring a little bassinet for the kid to sleep in, and can you not sit in the first baby designated row so that you have more space?? And isn’t there some cutesy little medicine you can give your lil one, to make the journey easier?
Or am I just a horrible childless, single girl??