Anxiety is what I'm feeling about our upcoming airplane ride to Oregon. I'm anxious because of the potential of this occurring on the teeny tiny plane:
There we'll be, attempting to pacify our screaming baby, with a very limited amount of space to bounce, walk, or sing her into a less frenzied state. And people will stare and we'll pretend like we don't care, but really, I do.
Delaney has made some great improvements these past two weeks, and I've heard that going on vacation (while very much needed) can often put you back at square one. But, millions of people have traveled with a temperamental baby, and you never hear about that on the news. I'm sure we'll all survive.
Any words of advice? And please don't tell me to drug my baby with benadryl. That's just not going to happen.