makes me re-think the 14 hour trip to NZ

Amy and I are now in Ottawa visiting my sister for a few days. The plane trip out was a bit harder than expected, but we made it in one piece.

I’ve travelled with Elliot several times, but always with Greg. This was my first time travelling on my own with a child.

The first hurdle was the security check in Victoria. I knew that Amy would have to be out of the stroller, what I didn’t remember is the stroller had to be collapsed. The security guard offered to help me, but I stupidly tried to collapse the stroller while holding on to Amy. Yes, she has head control, but she doesn’t have full torso control yet. I had to lower my arm on her back a bit, and I leaned over a bit too far. She fell backwards and narrowly missed crashing her head on the conveyer belt. She wasn’t hurt, but it sure scared her, and she started crying. Of course there were dozens of people milling about, and they all witnessed me almost drop my child.

The next hurdle was getting settled in my seat and getting the stuff I needed out of my backpack. It wasn’t too bad, but I had to sit Amy in the seat next to me and keep one hand on her to make sure she didn’t fall.

The Victoria-Toronto leg was four and a half hours, and it passed relatively uneventfully. Amy had a couple of short naps, cried a bit at times, cried a lot when we landed, and then was all smiles when we stopped.

The next (and biggest) hurdle was getting to my Ottawa connection once we landed in Toronto. I’m used to making the connection in Calgary, where you literally walk fifty feet to the next gate. The walk in Toronto airport was a LOT longer. And I didn’t have the stroller with me because I was assured I wouldn’t need it for such a short time. Okay, it’s not about how long you’re there. It’s about how far you have to walk. I know that now, and I’ll argue the point next time.

So I hoofed it across the entire airport, or so it seemed. Carrying my tired, hot, full-diapered child, my backpack and my pillow. All with a full bladder. Oh, and did I mention the flight from Victoria left late? We got off the plane the same time I was supposed to be boarding the next one.

I went as fast as I could, and as I neared the gate I realized I’d have to pee before I got on the next plane, and I’d also have to change Amy’s diaper. So I did the fastest diaper change in the world, and then moved on to peeing. With a child who doesn’t stand. Without a stroller. The peeing part was okay, it was the doing up the pants part that was difficult. And I happened to pick pants that had a fly. And a button. And velcro. As I’m struggling with the fly, I hear over the PA, “This is the final boarding call for flight 706 to Ottawa”. CRAP.

I left the bathroom with two out of three fasteners done up (I didn’t get the button), and ran to the gate. I was the last person on the plane. Thankfully I was flying West Jet and they were very helpful and patient.

The next leg was going to be easy — a 40 minute flight to Ottawa. However, I had a very tired child who screamed about half of the flight. She also pooped. Which meant I had to change a diaper on the plane. Now, I am not a comfortable flyer, and I will avoid going to the bathroom at all costs. But I had to change her. Sure enough, as I’m in the teeny tiny bathroom changing her on the teeny tiny hard-as-a-rock stainless steel change table, we hit some turbulence. I freaked. I think I put my finger in poo. I got out of there as quick as I could, screaming child in tow. It was awful.

She cried the whole time we descended, poor girl. But again, the West Jet staff were amazing. They actually told me it was good for her to scream, because then she’d swallow and her ears would stop popping.

We arrived safe and sound, though, and like her brother, Amy seems to have adjusted to the time change with little effort. We went to bed at 11:00 local time and were up at 7:30. She had three naps today, and she fell asleep at 7:00 pm. Hopefully she’ll (we’ll) have a good night.

We spent the day today at Saunders Farm, which is a bit like Galey Farm but soooo much better. More attractive, bigger, more to do…I’d definitely like to go again the next time I’m here with Elliot. It made me miss the little guy, going to a place that he would have loved.

Tomorrow we’re spending the day at Meech Lake. The weather’s supposed to be beautiful.

bustin’ out

I’m currently sitting in our office/spare bedroom/room-for-Amy-to-sleep-in-so-that-she-doesn’t-bug-Elliot-and -he-doesn’t-bug-her.

To get in and out of the office chair, we have to suck in our stomachs. And Amy is officially out of her bassinet, which used to be tucked into the corner. Now her playpen is in here, which of course doesn’t fit in the corner. So it’s set up for tonight, perched precariously on the futon until we go to bed, at which time we’ll place it on the floor. Because when it’s on the floor we can’t get to the desk.

There are alternatives. We could just leave Amy in her bedroom all night (she currently sleeps in there until her first wakeup, at which time she moves to the multi-purpose room so she’s not as disruptive to Elliot). But then we have to suffer the consequences of a grouchy slightly-sleep-deprived Elliot. Or we could move the playpen into our bedroom, but there’s not much room in there either, and she’s still kind of a noisy sleeper.

I want a bigger house.