Up, Up, and Away
We flew to
Before we left I felt ridiculously nervous. I imagined H freaking out on the
plane. She'd wail pathetically and twist and turn in her seat. The people
around us would tisk softly under their breath, shake their heads, and cast
"bad parent" looks in our direction. We'd try toy after toy, book
after book, and nothing would work. Then we'd have to circle SFO for three
hours because of fog and, well, we'd vow never to leave the house again.
Guess what? She did great. She was awesome, tremendous, a real trooper.
Whoever invented back-of-the-seat personal TVs has my sincere gratitude. We
didn't even haul out the big backpack full of chotchkies. Two items we
purchased for the trip really paid off: a bag designed to fit the car seat so
we could confidently check it through, and the CARES harness for H to
use on takeoff and landing – fabulous.
But it's never that simple, right? How could it be? This happy little story
just has to have a twist, right? It took us a week to realize. I still cannot
believe we did this. But we did. (Wait for it…) We left the car seat in the cab
coming back from the airport. Yep. More than a week later, that cab is not coming
back (damn them). If it weren't so ridiculous, so patently absurd, I'd feel
worse. Happily the seat was a hand-me-down and our old model still works for
another 5+ pounds. But truly! Who does that? Well, apparently we do!
