I've Said It Before, I'll Say It Again, Vomit Is My Parenting Kryptonite
We flew out to the ILs' place out West on Christmas night.
Because we were doing the math on the extra legroom seats that DH needs (he's 6'4") and all the $$ we'd shell out towards snacks, entertainment (WiFi), and so on, it worked out to be roughly the same spend to buy seats in First Class.
DD was crazy excited, but she was on her best behavior.
Even when she barfed midflight.
Yes, the flight attendant was actually helpful (thank goodness; I think I would've lost it with her if she hadn't been) and we had another passenger (also an employee of the airline) help us find the cleanup kit and keep DD comfortable.
And if you're ever wondering if they run out of airsickness bags, well, yes. They do. (But thank goodness for large, airline-branded trash bags, which give your child a bigger place to aim. We had several tucked into DD's backpack which came in handy on the drive to the ILs' place.)
I handled it better than most other times she's gotten sick in the middle of the night (though I did argue with her about leaning forward to vomit into the bag, and washing her hands, and climbing into the bed with DH and me and ... yeah, I wasn't totally at my best), but still ... vomit is my parenting kryptonite.
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Liz
DD (3/2010)
"Make mistakes! Get messy!" - Miss Frizzle