Window Seat

Flying with a child is a very different experience from traveling pre-baby. Now instead of figuring what magazine I'm going to read during the flight, I have to figure out how I'm going to entertain a toddler. Spencer and I were traveling on our own to visit his great grandparents in Maryland. We made it through Security without incident despite my panic over momentarily misplacing my boarding pass, purchased our meal where I almost left behind my carry-on and finally found our gate although it was not printed on said boarding pass or posted anywhere in the airport. Little did I know the drama that was awaiting me on board.

I boarded the plane and found what I thought was our row, strapped Spencer in his car seat and settled in for the journey ahead only to be tapped on the shoulder a few minutes later by a family who informed me that I was sitting in their seats. In my rush, I had mistakenly installed the car seat in row 15, not row 14. Spencer and I had been assigned the middle and aisle seats respectively however, once on the plane, the flight attendant instructed me to put the car seat by the window in order to comply with safety regulations. The problem was that someone was sitting by the window seat in row 14. When I asked her to please move, she seemed miffed and insisted that she needed a seat by the window. She did not want to move until a replacement window seat was located for her. Meanwhile, the aisle was backing up with passengers wanting to get to their seats. We went back and forth before finally she went in search of a flight attendant. I took the opportunity to strap Spencer in by the window. Ironically, there was no window, only a wall by his seat. She eventually returned with a flight attendant who found someone willing to switch with her. Drama, drama, drama. Obviously, she's not a mother or she would have had some compassion. In the end, everyone was happy. Spencer was a dream on the flight. Baltimore here we come!