Raelynn at age 2 1/2 on the flight to Shanghai. This photo was taken after she chilled out from throwing an epic tantrum and agreed to read with me. Hooray!
For a year, we’d been planning a trip down to
Shanghai to visit with my family. We’d planned it last year when they’d come to
visit us here in Qingdao for our vow renewal ceremony. It made saying goodbye a
little easier, knowing that we had a date set to see each other again. This
time though, my parents wanted us to meet them in Shanghai. I love Shanghai.
It’s an amazing city, though I still love Seoul like no other place on earth.
Still, there are worse places to be. Far worse. And one of the best is indeed
Shanghai.
The first time we went, it was before Raelynn had
been born. I was about 6 months pregnant and Jeremy and I went there for a
mini-honeymoon. We returned once more after Raelynn was born to get her US citizenship at
the consulate there. Despite being an infant, she was very good on the plane.
We also took a trip up to Beijing when Raelynn was a bit bigger but she still
wasn’t walking yet. And again, she was good on the plane rides.
Shanghai and Beijing are both about an hour flight
from Qingdao. Still, for this trip, I prepared and armed myself heavily with
things to keep Raelynn occupied. When she was smaller, she slept and breastfed.
Now she’s 2 ½. It takes more to entertain her. I also spent weeks preparing her
for the trip. I told her about airplanes, staying in a hotel, how we were going
to see Papa, Mimi and Uncle Phillip and all kinds of things. We packed her a
bag of her own filled with toys, cards and books. We also packed our iPad. And
don’t get me started on the snacks – my bag was loaded with goodies of all
kinds. Yet, despite all this artillery in my arsenal, we still failed
miserably.
For one, Raelynn completely flipped out when I
buckled her seatbelt. Put her in the seat and she was fine. Fasten her
seatbelt? You’d think I’d just ripped her arm off and clubbed her in the head
with it. Fortunately, people in China are far kinder about screaming children
than my fellow Americans. We apologized profusely to those around us and were
only met with offers of assistance and smiles. Somehow, I finally talked
Raelynn into reading a book with me (pictured above). When she calmed down further, we gave
her a snack. Jeremy and I smiled at each other. We’d won the battle!
Or so she led us to believe.
Soon after, she pitched a fit about sitting in her
own seat. She wanted to sit on me. The flight crew thankfully had no problems
with this so I distracted her by showing her the things we could see out the
window. By the time we’d landed, we both felt like that one hour was 10 hours.
The return flight to Qingdao was not much better.
We had even more things to busy her with but problems arose when she wouldn’t
sit in her seat. I held her and off into sleepyland she went. I could actually
read! So part of this hour flight was actually lovely. And peaceful. Until she
woke up. She wanted water. Easy enough. One of the flight attendants brought us
some. Only he poured it right into her Hello Kitty cup. But
nooooooooooooooooooooooo! She wanted it from the plastic cup which was now long
gone as he retreated to buckle up for landing. She screamed, kicked, cried and
totally freaked over a cup. Oh man. It was deeply embarrassing but we teamed up
and tried our best to calm her down and distract her. And again, we were met
with much sympathy from the surrounding passengers. A Chinese businessman in
front of us, in perfect English, told us he has 2 children and that flying with
them is very stressful at times. Another foreigner a few rows up told us it
happens to him all the time when he travels abroad with his wife and 2 kids.
Their encouragement helped us feel better about the deafening shrieks she
unleashed upon us all.
At least we don’t have to fly every day. But we’re
already worried about how we’ll endure any of the flights we’ll take in our
near future. We’d like to go to the states soon and we wonder if we can’t keep her calm
for one actual hour how we’ll actually make it through 16 hours of tantrums. We
can only hope the other passengers we encounter then will be as gracious as the
ones we met on this trip. And for those of you with flights coming up, when you
see a family with a small child, please have a heart. No parent wants for their
kid to throw tantrums anywhere, especially not on an airplane. We all have
places to go and we’re sorry we can’t just get off the plane and leave you in
peace. I hope you’ll all bear that in mind if we’re on your next flight.
I saw a post not too long ago about a couple flying with a set of infant twins on a long flight. They printed out notes along with a few pieces of candy as goody bags for the other passengers. In the note, they explained the situation and apologized in advance for any disruption the babies may have caused. They also brought along several packages of earplugs, and told the other passengers in the note that they were available should they need them. I thought it was perhaps going a bit too far, but maybe just the note and the earplugs might be enough to pacify any intolerant co-fliers!
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