Any tips on surviving fifteen hours on an airplane with a two-year-old?
I have stocked up on relatively-quiet, long-attention-span-eliciting toys like playdo, markers, stickers, & books. What else can I add to that list?
I will pack snacks galore, one Elmo DVD to play on my portable laptop, some duplo legos if they’ll fit, and a stuffed-animal that doubles as a travel pillow (thanks, Valerie!). And more diapers than we can possibly need, along with more diaper-wipes and a change of clothes, or two, of course.
For Sophie’s 3 previous airplane rides, she was still nursing, which actually made life easier. I guess this time I’ll stock up on drinks and lollipops, so she’ll have something to suck on during take-off and landing.
Am I forgetting anything?
I am taking comfort in the fact that even when she was five months old and flying back from Boston with a bad head-cold and not enough sleep, even in those dire conditions, we still didn’t get many nasty looks from our fellow passengers. Everyone could see that I was walking her up & down the airplane aisles, in the sling, quietly singing “Hush little baby.” Everyone saw that I was doing my best, so they were sympathetic. This thought helps me feel that we can get through this longest plane ride yet.
And fifteen hours doesn’t last forever. Hopefully, she’ll sleep for some of it. And Ben will meet us on the other side, with a car and a car-seat and kisses.