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Please Standby…

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I love traveling! I love going to the airport and flying somewhere! I usually fly to visit my family several provinces away, or go on vacation!  How fun is that!??  Well we wanted to fly to see my family but sadly it was too expensive.  Fortunately, an amazing friend of mine gave me buddy passes to use.  The catch with this is that you have to fly standby.  That’s OK.  My friend can check the flights ahead of time and see if there is room on the flights.  We’d just pick wisely and everything would be OK.  Mr. Deaner had some reservation about this – he absolutely would have to make it back for work and showed some concern.  “What if all the flights are full and I can’t make it back in time?”  I assured him it would be fine.

So this was going to be our first time flying with baby Dino.  I was nervous about this.  First, Mr. Deaner and I pack heavy.  We always take a suitcase each and it is almost always at the maximum weight allowed!  Now we have to pack all of little Dino’s stuff with our stuff!!  Second, what if we’re that couple with the non-stop screaming baby?  Granted, this is not in his character, but knowing our luck, he would choose this exact time to wail for four hours in a small boxed-in area.  Third, this was the last flight of the day, so if it was too full, we would have to try again the next day.  Gulp.

Departure day came, we made it to the airport with plenty of time to spare and believe it or not, I managed to pack all of my items and little Dino’s into one suitcase with 5 pounds to spare!  Woot! Things are looking up! I mean this is unheard of!  This kid has stuff – and I mean a LOT of stuff!  Next item to tackle: getting on our intended flight!  We checked in and were anxiously waiting at the gate to find out if we made it on.  While we waited, Mr. Deaner got us a coffee to drink while we wait.  Guess what!? we got seats!!!! this is great!  Things are looking good!!!  Now we’re waiting for the pre-boarding announcement.  Next thing you know, I look at Mr. D and he has coffee spilled all down his shirt and pants.  Not only did he manage to get it all over him but little Dino looked like he had brown slippers on – his footsies were covered.  They were both a mess.  Mr. D gets up to go and clean himself off in the men’s room.  He wasn’t even at the bathroom when we hear the pre-boarding announcement.  Great!  by the time he got back, everyone was boarding.  That’s ok.  What I failed to mention is that when you fly with buddy passes, there is a dress code since you are representing that flight company.  Ummm how are we going to pass with Mr. D’s huge spill!??  Apparently, they didn’t notice (or care) so we made it on.  Phew!

I’ll make a short story shorter, the flight was great.  Little Dino barely cried at all and at the end of the flight when we were getting off, a few people said they didn’t even know a baby was on board! Woot! Way to go Little D!  You’re a star.

Four days later, Mr. D was going to fly back on his own to go back to work.  The day before, my friend checked his flight and there were 30 seats still available.  He would be getting on the flight no problem.  We had our usual chaotic procedure of getting everything ready and scrambling to get him to the airport on time.  We get to the counter to check his bags in and the attendant says, “ya, I don’t think you’ll be making it on this flight.”  I’m like “haha, you’re kidding right?” In my head I’m thinking, “there are tons of seats, what a little joker.  She explains that the flight before this one was canceled and all the people were being bumped on to the following flights”.  Oh no! this can’t be happening!  Mr. D HAS to get back or he’ll kill me for making him fly standby.  We were told that the best thing to do was to wait and see if he can get on the next flight.  There was no point for us to wait with him at the airport, since he had to go past security to the gate.  So we went home to wait for an update.

A little while later, I get a call from Mr. D saying there is no way he’s getting on the next flight – its full and he’s going to try to BUY a seat.  Oh man! We can’t afford this but if he has to get back to work, what can we do?  He goes to inquire and finds out there is ONE seat left.  Because it is the last seat, it is at the highest possible price!  While he was discussing this with the person at the counter, it sold! right before their very eyes.  (THANK GOD!) Who in their right mind would pay that amount – someone more desperate than Mr. D I guess.  Since he wasn’t getting on the next flight, and the following flights were 5 hours later, we went back to the airport to bring him home.  I was on the phone with the flight company to see what flight he had the best chances of getting on.  We were given an option that looked good so a few hours later, we took Mr. D back to the airport and said we’d wait to hear from him to see if he made it on.  If he didn’t get on this flight, he was just going to try again the next day.  We sit and wait, and wait, and wait.  Finally, I get a text from him saying he would have gotten on but he couldn’t find his photo ID so they wouldn’t let him on!  WHAT!???  ARE YOU FREAKIN’ KIDDING ME!??  I lost it at this point!  A minute later, I got another text saying ha ha, just kidding.  I’m in!  My husband is working on timing for jokes.  Long story short, he made it home safe and sound.

A week and a half later, it was my turn to fly home.  I wasn’t nervous about getting on a flight because I was flexible.  I was nervous, however, about flying on my own with Little D.  There would be no one to share the embarrassment if little D screamed, and no one to help with bags and folding up the stroller etc.  As I mentioned earlier, it’s usually last minute chaos on the day we’re leaving.  For some reason, we’re always running late.  Well not this time, I took my time and packed everything up and we were just going to sit and relax for a bit before we left.  My friend had checked the day before and there were 40 seats open on my flight so we’re fine!  While I was sitting around, I noticed a call coming through on my cell.  it was my friend.  She tells me that she happened to be checking my flight and she couldn’t find it.  IT HAD BEEN CANCELLED!  is this a joke!???  Oh my goodness!  I kid you not people, this is true.  She tells me the best option, if I want to leave that day, is to catch the flight before it because there are tons of seats still.  (I guess no one else knew the flight was cancelled yet)  Before I can run to the airport, I have to officially change my standby ticket on the phone.  I don’t have a lot of time! I call and the wait time is 30 minutes!!! oh man.  I eventually get through and they change me to the flight before which looks very open!  but the system wouldn’t transfer little D onto my ticket.  The system was giving them trouble and I kept getting put on hold while they tried to resolve this.  Are you kidding me!? I’m not going to make it in time for this flight and there is no point in trying for the one after because everyone would be bumped from the canceled flight and it would be full.  I know I said I was flexible for when I left but Mr. D really missed us and if we didn’t catch this flight, we wouldn’t be able to fly for a couple days because the flights were full!

They eventually resolve the issue and we boot it to the airport only to find my flight is delayed 20 minutes! Yay because I have more time, Boo! because more people might realize their flight was canceled and get on this one.  Well while I was checking in my luggage, the lady was soooo sweet and gave me an actual seat because there were lots of seats available and she knows how difficult it is flying standby with a baby!  WOW!!! How amazing is she!?  Thank you!   Now all I had to do was survive the flight with Little D.

We pre-boarded and I took the time to get his bottles ready, his wipes, his toys and all the other things he might need.

Little Dino’s stuff.

He was amazing and didn’t give me any trouble at all.  As we got closer to preparing for the descent, I changed his cute little bum and was ready for landing.  As the plane is about to land, don’t I feel that all-too familiar vibration in little D’s bum?

RUMBLE

RUMBLE

RUMBLE

Then I felt it again, and again and again.  Yo peeps, this was not a fart.  This was the real thing!  Oh crap! (Pun intended)  Then came the scent.  oh crap. oh crap.  Then, you guessed it – came the leak.  It exploded up his back and was coming through.  Yes, a little got on my pants!  As soon as the seat belt sign was off, I squeezed myself through people in the aisle to get to the bathroom and change him.  I had to hold him from under his arms and away from me so his backside didn’t rub on my clothes! ha ha  anyways, we got him changed and cleaned up so he could meet his daddy.

So not only was this my first flight with a baby but my first time to fly STANDBY which just happened to be with my baby.

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I GET IT!!!!

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I used to hear about moms who would get upset over what seemed so trivial to me.  For example crying when their baby got immunization shots.  ‘I mean really? Why are you crying? Suck it up and be glad your kid wont get sick.  Right?‘  Or how mom’s would be so sad when their baby was growing out of clothes – again – ‘be happy your baby is healthy and growing!‘  What is so upsetting about that?  A friend of mine told me she cried when her son moved out of his crib and into a toddler bed – again – I laughed thinking ‘why is that so sad?’  At that time, I thought to myself, ‘when I have kids, I wont be this mushy person crying over every little change their baby makes‘.

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Well…it finally happened…little Dino moved out…moved out of our room that is.  Now I get it! I get it! I’m upset!  I mean – I didn’t cry when Dino got shots.  (I did sob like a baby when he got ‘snipped’ – he didn’t.)  I have been feeling a little sad as he grows out of his 0-3 month clothes as I put them aside – never to be worn by him again. sniff sniff 😦  While we were using disposable diapers, I even kept one of the newborn diapers – and saved the date he moved into size 1’s.  I mean I get it!  My son is growing! He is growing soooo fast!  Its only a matter of time before I’ll be watching him run around, he’ll be talking up a storm, going to soccer practice, going to his high school graduation, waving good bye as he goes off to university,  packing him up as he moves out and gets married! oh man! this is too much!  His life flashed before my eyes!

English: An American boy (wearing a child's so...Pre-School Graduation!!!Moving Day

Friday, Mr. D and I decided to stop putting it off and take the plunge.  Little D was moving into his OWN room.  This room is not beside ours, it is WAAAAAYYYYYY across the hall from us – sooooooo far!!!  One might refer to it as the left wing of the house – if we lived in a mansion.  I think you get the picture.  We set up our monitor and did our usual night time routine and put him to bed.  Honestly, I kept checking the monitor every 5 minutes to make sure it was still on – little Dino was not crying – in fact he was sound asleep!  Our little baby is growing!  I don’t think he noticed the change at all, but poor Mr. D and I felt the emptiness of him not being in the room 😦

The other night, a MAJOR storm hit us – we’re talking lightning, thunder, HAIL  – the whole bit.  I was sooo scared for my little baby!  I couldn’t sleep.  I kept thinking, ‘he’s so far away, and he’s going to wake up from all of the noise and be sooo alone and scared.  Those 30 seconds it will take for us to run down the hall might be the most frightened he’s ever been in his entire short life!’  Again, I kept checking the monitor to make sure it was working – the kid slept through the entire thing!  All that worrying for nothing!

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I guess this is just the beginning, I read somewhere that the moment you find out your are pregnant, you start to worry –  welcome to parenthood!  Well, I can admit it, the worrying started from day one – I’ve become one of those moms.  I get it! I finally get it!!!

SCREAM!!

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crying baby leo (Photo credit: storyvillegirl)

Ever go out and feel bad for parents because their child is screaming or throwing a major tantrum in public? You might be thinking ‘oh my goodness! How embarrassing! I’ve sooo been there! That poor woman! Or that poor dad!’ You also might think, ‘Oh that poor baby, something must really be upsetting him/her!’ Or you might think (like I have a couple of times), ‘I’m sure glad my child doesn’t do that! I am very lucky.’  You see, little Dino is a pretty happy kid. As long as he is not cold and not hungry he is happy. Otherwise he gets MAD, throws a royal tantrum and screams! His face goes bright red from anger and he wants food right away!!!! As soon as he gets a boob or a bottle, he is back to being the three C’s. (Cool, Calm and Collected). Same with being cold, he’ll scream – a little differently than hunger – but you cuddle him up in a warm blanket and he’s all good.

Smiling Baby

Smiling Baby (Photo credit: Mallu2007)

I guess this has helped my confidence in going out. I’m never worried about what little D will do because I have the food covered if he gets hungry and I’ve got blankets in case he gets cold. One might say I’ve gotten a little overconfident. I mean I really have NO FEAR for taking him out. The only thing I worry about is a repeat of the day of ‘Dino and the Poop Factory’. If you’re not sure what I mean, read my last post.

Yesterday was a usual Sunday, we packed up little D’s bag and got him dressed up in a cute little outfit and went to church. He was his typical great self! After we ate lunch, I gave him some lunch of his own and he got a little fussy but nothing we couldn’t handle. We ran some errands and he was a bit cranky but he does that sometimes in the car. As long as we were moving, he was fine, if we stopped, he’d start crying. We figured, ‘yep, its time for him to eat again, that’s why he’s fussing.’ We were wrapping up our errands and heading to a coffee shop. The plan was the same as usual, ‘as soon as we get there, we’ll feed him’. That’s always the plan. This plan works and makes our little D happy and smiley. ☺

We tried a new coffee place. Very cute place. Well little D held it together for all of two minutes and then he just let loose. He didn’t even start with a mild cry and slowly get intense, he just went to major intense screaming and wailing!! ‘No problem, I can handle this‘. I pull out my hooter hider and get him under and try to feed him. He is not having any of it, he’s still screaming! He latches on, ‘phew, he’s quiet now. That was almost embarrassing’.

Mable rockin' the Hooter Hider

Mable rockin’ the Hooter Hider (Photo credit: sniggitysnags)

Well after almost a minute, stupid me, being the selfish person that I am, wants a sip of my drink because its hot and I’m very parched. Of course feeding your baby, and trying to do something else can be challenging but not for me! It’s been almost 3 months – I’m a whiz at this! Holding him with one arm was a little awkward this time and reaching for my drink caused me to move positions. Deadly mistake! I got my sip but I paid for it dearly. (serves me right for thinking of myself). Little D lost his latch and started screaming! He was pissed! ‘It’s ok, It’s ok, here’s the boob, here you go’. NO! He doesn’t want it! I try again, trying not to panic. He’s sooooo mad. How dare I interrupt him! There is no calming him down. I’m getting really embarrassed, he’s sooo loud in the tea shop. ‘Oh my goodness. This never happens! This always works. What do we do? We might have to leave!

What I didn’t realize is that I was sitting in the sun and it was pretty darn hot. Add to that being under the hooter hider where there is less air and this can cook a little Dino.  Mr. D (brilliant guy) suggests I get out of the sun. Good plan! What else do we realize? We had put him in fleece, thick track pants today because they matched his cute little shirt. Umm…would we wear something suitable for winter weather? NO! We’d be cooking! So why did we think it would be any different for little D??  Mr. D held our little guy, while I stripped him of his brutally thick pants, we kept him in the shade and shoved a bottle in his mouth this time. Within seconds, the pinky white colour (instead of bright red colour) returned back to little D’s face and he was back to his usual self. He was lying on the couch beside me, cooing and blowing bubbles and kickin’ it. He was happy again. He’s the kid I am familiar with.

LESSONS LEARNED:

Jared Goes Old-school

Jared Goes Old-school (Photo credit: Just Us 3)

#1 Lesson Learned today: Dino does not like the heat!!! Don’t dress your kid for winter when it’s summer!
#2 Lesson Learned today: Don’t be over-confident because kids know this and will break you to make a point. They are in charge, not us.

Get ‘Er Done!

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For those of you with kids, did you ever think to yourselves, “Hey, when I’m on mat leave, I’m going to get so much done!”? I knew I had to be realistic about my time but I thought I’d be up with breakfast ready for Mr. Deaner, and dinner too! That hasn’t happened. Apparently this is unrealistic.

In the mornings, I feed him in bed and we lie there together having deep conversations and smiling at each other. Then little Dino will fall asleep, sometimes I do too or I just sit there watching this adorable little creature. After a little while, I think – what am I doing!?? I can get up and do something while he is asleep – like wash my face! or brush my teeth! or throw in a load of laundry! Sweet!!!! (notice doing my hair didn’t get mentioned? ya right). Some days I’m actually successful at these little tasks – other days… notta chance! Some of you may think this is a joke – how hard is it to find time to brush your teeth!? or wash your face!? This is no joke and a real challenge – notice I also didn’t mention showering! double ya right! That is a two man job! Mr. Deaner needs to be home for that.

I thought I’d read TONS of books – about babies and fun novels! I knew I would be feeding little Dino a lot and would be sitting a lot. Well, so far notta. This kid has a knack for knowing when to cry. I will feed him and the cute little angel will fall asleep on my lap. After half an hour, I’m like “Yes! I’ll move him so I can get something done”. The second I try to move him, he’s wide awake and wanting attention or food! No people – its no fluke! I have tested this every day! He does not want me to do anything! He has little spidey senses or something!

Oh and he definitely is adamant that I lose my baby weight! Why else don’t I get a chance to eat anything before 2pm or if he is sleeping and dinner is on the table – he suddenly is aware that I’m about to put food in my mouth and decides that I need to drop the fork! Those of you that know me know I love food. I LOOOVE food! Dino is walking a fine line here! Of course I don’t drop everything and go running to him, he’s not being raised that way but if he keeps crying, one of us has to check why!!! and when it’s my turn to check, I reluctantly start walking over to him, stomach grumbling, mouth watering (depending what the meal is) and frankly, a little frustrated. I look down at little Dino and all I can see is this cute little thing. The best part is when he sees me and then smiles! uhhh how can I choose food over you!?? Anyways, if he keeps this up, I’ll be back into my clothes in no time! I suppose I should thank him for that?

Anyways, that is a little glimpse into what a day is like in my poop adventure life. Hopefully, things will change soon!

Mrs. D