The Flight

We made it! A couple of dicey moments.

In Singapore bub set to work becoming the least popular individual in the waiting lounge. Feared for flight, well, feared for life itself; had mini breakdown and begged hubby to change flights and go to hotel instead of boarding another aircraft with 14 hour flight ahead of selves. Bub was red and blotchy by this stage, panicking with tiredness but unable to sleep for entire first leg.

Hubby explained flight could not be changed lest purchase tickets for completely different flight. And boarding in half an hour.

Bub continued screaming-fit after boarding, people sort of looking and cursing their luck at sitting next to the crying baby.

Then something magical happened. Right before take-off, bub fell asleep on my lap. She then slept through take-off, food and beverage service and the following FOUR hours. I was in all sorts of pain. Itches needed scratching, limbs screamed for blood, needed loo, etcetera etcetera. But kept just meditating all this away with the mantra "every minute asleep is a minute not awake."

Then she was awake most of the flight,  but relatively happy. Walking the aisles, making friends and smiling at people.

Am amazed and grateful. So far, bub is loving Amsterdam.