Daughter’s first overseas flight was when she was 10 weeks old. We flew from Sydney to Bodrum so she could meet The Turk. Daughter slept for the entire flight. I, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. Thankfully there was a lot of assistance from other passengers to get me from Point A to Point B otherwise I would still be wandering around Bangkok International Airport right now in tears (it’s a big airport).
On a whole, however, Daughter is one of those kids who always puked or always had a problem on a flight. I know right? I was generally mortified by her behaviour. I know she couldn’t help it and I understand that, I really do, but it was just so damn embarrassing. You name it, it has happened to us. Lost luggage? Check. Missing connection flight? Check. Crying for 5 straight hours. Check (and I am sorry). Stomach aches, ear aches, head aches? Check, check, check.
I’ve been on flights where they have separated me from my then 5 year old daughter and I even had one instance where Daughter’s name was called over the speaker. Upon speaking with the attendant they were offering to upgrade her to Business Class! Hello???
The most infamous flight, the flight that I am sure the other poor souls who were unfortunate enough to be on that flight still comment on, went a little something like this:
- Half way through flight. No problems. Daughter feeling good. Daughter feeling happy. Me feeling relieved.
- Seat belt sign comes on. Captain makes an announcement. Turbulence.
- Daughter has finger up nose (she does enjoy a snack).
- Plane jars a little, finger is pushed into the roof of nose (possibly reached brain matter) and yep, you guessed it, a river of blood, a tidal wave of red terror gushed over us both.
- Daughter has a complete meltdown, starts choking.
Outcome? Projectile blood pukage (is “pukage” a word) all over herself, me and . . the Canadian couple in the seats in front of us. Dear God!
After vomiting for a straight 20 minutes Singapore Airlines refused to let us on our connecting flight (as we looked like extras from a Freddie Kruger movie) and so we spent the next 2 days at Changi International Airport waiting for another flight. We missed the Anzac Day service at Gelibolu (that’s Gallipoli for you Aussies) and I said at that moment those words that I have said many, many times before, “I am never flying with her again”.
Yes, I have flown with her and yes, she has vomited since that flight. Many times.
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