At 10 months old, we have now flown with Mason 3 times and each time was a drastically different experience.
The 1st time, we flew with Mason was at Christmas when he was 5 months old. We were more than ready. And with what felt like a thousand bags we somehow made it to the airport on time. I tried the whole nursing during take off and landing but it was rather stressful, and there really wasn't much room for nursing the way we were used to. My husband tried so hard to hold up a nursing cover so that I didn't expose myself to anyone on the plane but that all went out the window when Mason starting fussing and wouldn't latch.
It is so true that he felt my stress, it was one of those situations where I had prepared in every way and was doing everything I could to ensure he didn't lose it. But just as babies do, he had a complete meltdown and walking up and down the plane we went until he calmed down. I gave people the nod and quick "I'm sorry" but in the end we got lucky...he only cried for a few minutes...I realize now that things could have been WAY worse.Read More