Flying to Buffalo

Well... we definitely had a memorable trip to Buffalo!! Matt flew with us first to Philly. We got an entire row to ourselves in ROW 32... We also boarded with the "families" so we got on first. This is always a good/bad thing. It's nice to get on and not wait for others to board. But with a three year old... it's almost better to let her stand and get her wiggles out before boarding. My conclusion: if it's a 32 row plane and it's going to take an entire half hour (or more)-- just wait to board!!

The girls were great- Hannah kept herself occupied between her stuffed animals and her DVD player. The baby slept for a while which was great relief for us both. They were pretty quiet and I was a very proud mommy. Of course, Matt was a huge help.

THEN... about three hours in-- Hannah "hid" under the seat and I knew something was brewing in her diaper. Just as I suspected, the smell that filled the air confirmed my suspicions. Then I heard her whimpering and looking at the floor. I looked down and OH MY GOSH. There was diarrhea on the floor! AND on her shoes, her pants, her shirt... I didn't know what to do!! I began to take her shirt off and pants off (thinking that was the best place to start) and my plan was to strip her down to her diaper and take her to the bathroom to change it. After I got her clothes off, the flight attendant realized that something was happening (we were at the BACK of the plane) and she looked at me and said, "MAM! You cannot change a diaper here. You HAVE to go to the bathroom!!!!!" And I said, "I know!!" and continued to assess the situation. When we didn't move, she again said, "MAM! You cannot do that here!!! You have to respect the other passengers!!" And Matt turned to her and said, "We ARE NOT changing her diaper!! It is OUT of her diaper!!!" And the lady just stood there and handed us a garbage bag with a shocked look on her face. I wrapped the bag around Hannah and took her down the aisle (Bathroom: Row 22) and past the people in line. I said, "Excuse me... we have an emergency here!!! Please let us in the bathroom!!" and the people gladly opened the door for us.

I stood Hannah up and tried to wash her down. I had wipes, paper towels, and handsoap to work with... Poor Hannah looked down and said, "That's a lot of poopy, Mommy." We got her bathed and "clean" and I came back to our row. The flight attendant was holding McKenna and Matt was scrubbing the floor.

I apologized to the people around us and explained (minus the disgusting details) what had happened. Once they found out what happened they were more understanding.

WOW. This was one trip we will NEVER, EVER forget.

Needless to say, the rest of the flight was less adventurous. I even made it to Buffalo on my own with the girls.