Last night I flew home with Henry and my 13 year old niece Kristen. Flying with Henry is no big deal for me by now. This is his 5th round trip so far in his short 15 months of life. I know what we’ll need and what we won’t need.
I usually change his diaper before we leave for the airport and then in the air as soon as the seat belt sign goes off, before all the snack carts and drink carts start blocking the aisle. But last night, our flight was delayed 40 minutes, and then once the seat belt sign went off the carts were out immediately. So I figured we could wait until the carts were done. But then the lady on the end of our aisle ordered red wine and water and a cheese tray and a bag of chips. I felt like it would be rude of me to make her gather it all up to let us out and then back in again. So I figured we could wait 15 more minutes for her to eat. But as time ticked on I could feel Henry’s diaper get fuller and fuller. And it seemed this kind lady intended to eat slowly over the entire flight sipping her wine while reading her book. Who can blame her for that? So I felt like a jerk but asked if she could please let us out. She was very very nice about it.
Once at the back of the plane I told my niece that she could go to the bathroom first. That way after I changed Henry I could hand him out to her and go to the bathroom myself. As I’m waiting I start to feel something warm on my side where I’m holding Henry. I think “ok a small leak, we can deal with this and I kinda had this coming for putting off the change for so long”. But then I feel actual liquid running down my side. I had been peed on. Full out peed on in a crowded airplane. I don’t react because I don’t want to draw attention to myself. I wasn’t worried about Henry because I was about to change him into pjs anyway. But me? I didn’t bring any other clothes onto the airplane. It’s probably not as bad as it feels. I decide to assess the damage after I change Henry and hand him to Kristen. I look into the mirror and see that yes, my entire shirt is soaked on one side. Easy solution? Take off my shirt and just zip my sweater closed. Done and done….
Problem: as I was unzipping my sweater to put it on the zipper fell off. So my zip up sweater? Doesn’t zip. I have a mild panic attack about having to wear just my bra and open sweater the ENTIRE WAY. But then I remember I have Kristen. 13 year old Kristen who brought a sweat shirt on board. A huge over sized sweat shirt and just may fit my pregnant self. If I’m lucky.
We get back to our seats and I show Kristen the damage. I ask her to trade me sweaters and of course she agrees, since she’s an angel! So I put on her hoodie and take off my shirt. It JUST fits me. If I’m not careful the bottom of my pregnant belly hangs out.
I look like this:
Can you say red neck? I totally was that girl that everyone sees and thinks she should go on “what not to wear”. We didn’t arrive until after midnight and since I was holding the most beautiful sleeping baby, I don’t think anyone cared what I looked like.
Moral of this sorry? Always bring a backup outfit and never put off a diaper change.
Posted from my iPhone, probably while I held a sleeping baby.