Sidebar: I have talked before about traveling with kids, and I want to clarify something about that. I love my kids. I love to travel. That does not mean I love to travel with our kids. And that does not mean I will never love to travel with our kids. I have come across a couple of key books on the subject, and one of them (Thanks, Mary!) validated my feelings when it specifies that their book was written about traveling with kids who are at least 6 years old, i.e. can carry a suitcase, not wet the bed, and don't need naps. I do look forward to adventures with our kids when they're school-aged.
|Waiting for the train to Concourse B|
|Excited to ride on an airpwane|
|Couldn't care less about takeoff|
Once we were airborne Olivia was thrilled to watch Frozen again on her seatback monitor. (All the overseas planes seem to have this feature - a huge improvement over craning your neck to see an overhead screen.) Dinner was pot roast with mashed potatoes, supporting my opinion that airplane food is quite good. Maybe it's just that by the time dinner is served you're so hungry that anything tastes delicious. After dinner they thankfully dimmed the cabin lights and our kids dropped off to sleep. Bowen did wake up disoriented and upset a little while later, but I held him for a while and then plunked him back in his seat and he slept for the rest of the flight. He even slept through breakfast, so I saved that for later.
When I've taken an overnight flight before, my goal is to sleep as much as possible so I don't lose a night of sleep. I have even taken a sleep aid and tried to fall asleep right away, only to be interrupted by the flight attendants constantly offering refreshment. This time I dozed when I could, not expecting to get any real sleep, and when we landed I was kinda tired but didn't have that groggy feeling I usually get from the medicine. We did land on time and connected smoothly in Copenhagen. I was thankful that we didn't have to claim+recheck our big bags there (because sometimes we do; I just can't remember when). We were able to pre-board the next plane, and that flight was only 30 minutes to Gothenburg. By the time we got off the plane and to baggage claim the only things left on the carousel were our bags and Olivia's 2-part booster seat. Outside there was a taxi available to accommodate our baggage, although it may have looked a little like this.
|Just kidding, this is a stock photo|
Throughout our trip it occurred to me that so many things could have gone wrong but didn't, even the snowstorm that happened just after we left. I am so thankful for all the friends back home who were praying. I expected it to be a dark day in the history of my life, but even with all the baggage-schlepping and toddler-wrangling it was nothing compared to labor. Travel with toddlers! It's easier than giving birth! It'll be great! Ahem.