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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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Times have changed.

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My family lives far away and I  love to visit them –  it’s never long enough!  Back in the day, whenever I’d go home, I’d have quite the welcome!  My niece and nephew would run and give me hugs and kisses and wouldn’t want to leave my side!  My parents would make my favourite meals and just pamper me and I LOVED every second of it!

Then I married Mr. D.  All of a sudden, my niece and nephew would run to Mr. D instead of me.  It was Mr. D’s favourite meals and some of mine that we’d eat and still a lot of pampering.

Now, times have changed!  I remember when I was preggers, everyone was always asking how I was doing and how I was feeling.  Someone told me that once the baby is born, no one will care about me and only the baby will get attention.  They weren’t kidding!!!  We recently flew home and my parents quickly pushed me aside with a ‘hello’ and were all over Little Dino!  My niece and nephew barely noticed us and were all over the baby as well.  ‘What are we? Chopped Liver?’  I’m not jealous of my little one, but hello!? I just flew all the way here. How about some lovin’???

Every morning we wake up (it’s not pretty) and we come downstairs.  I get a quick good morning and then every one focuses their attention on Little D.  They talk to him in baby voice trying to get his attention and adorable smiles and loving every second of it.  The person carrying the little fart machine is barely noticed.  Apparently, not only have I lost baby weight, I’ve become invisible!

Whenever I’d leave to fly back home, my mom would tear up (every time), my dad’s lip would quiver (but he wasn’t crying).  When Mr. D came along, I’d say the tears were equivalent for both of us.  My parents wouldn’t want us to leave and were dreading how long it would be before our next visit.  NOW, I’m being told to plan to leave alone and little D will be staying with grandma and grandpa.  WHAT!!??? I can leave!?  You used to beg me to stay longer and hated that I had to go back and now I can just go?  Just leave my little munchkin behind?  I wonder if they’ll give me a ride tomorrow or just tell me to take a cab!!  They might be too busy smuggling little D away from me.

It’s OK, I’m a mom now and I have to take the ‘behind the scenes’ role now.  I guess I’m just nothing.

Tomorrow, Little Dino and I are flying solo (get it? It’s literal!), Mr. D had to fly back early to go to work.  I’m sure I’ll have something to say about our adventures flying home on the next post.

NOTE:

My mom threatened to write a blog about me due to defamation of character. HA HA  My family has been awesome and have pampered all of us!  But Little D really does get all the attention! and they have threatened to kidnap him. That’s the truth!

SCREAM!!

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crying baby leo

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.

‘Boob’ for Thought

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Hello! I hope you had a great weekend! I want to warn you that what I’m going to talk about today is not for the faint of heart. Also, I apologize now but I will be using the word ‘nipple’ so there – its out in the open! Nipple nipple nipple!

When I pictured breastfeeding, I pictured a baby suckling on his/her mother’s breast. It was a beautiful time for mom and baby to bond. This was a natural phenomenon – when babies were born they naturally would just breastfeed. Wow was I ever off! I’ll save my trials and tribulations about getting started on breastfeeding for another time. My question is how is something that is supposed to be so natural, so UNnatural!? I mean what a tough time that was!

So that last paragraph where I envisioned such a peaceful bonding time between mom and baby was quite off! I didn’t know I would be dealing with the equivalent of a beast in the wild, killing it’s meal and ravishing it! Seriously, if you met little Dino, he is sooo cute and adorable but you put him on the boob and this is what happens: he first tries to find the nipple. I mean after so many weeks, is it that hard to find? Its right there!!! I put it right in front of your face!!! Sometimes he starts sucking on my belly – I get a good chuckle at this – and ask – ‘is that working for you little buddy’? Finally, I direct him to the right place and just as he find’s his prey, he opens his mouth wide – bears his gums (because he has no teeth) and gets this wild look and pounces in for the kill! It used to scare me! He krinkles his face like an animal about to catch his prey and then SNAP!! He’s on! He has a permanent crease on his face from this! I don’t joke!

That’s just the beginning. About half way through his meal, he does the equivalent of what you see animals doing to their prey. They rip the meat apart swinging from left to right! Little Dino does this! With nipple in mouth he whips his head back and forth like he’s taunting his prey! Dudes! this hurts!!! OUCH!!! Why little innocent child!? Why are you doing this to me!? Wasn’t giving birth to you enough!?? Sometimes, when I’ve finally relaxed because he is calm and eating like he should be, he whips his head back – and takes my nipple with him! YOW! CHILD! Why are you trying to kill me!??? He does this with no warning!!! Why does such a beautiful moment end up like torture? Why don’t mom’s warn new moms about this! Honestly, I think there is a secret club and they keep these things to themselves! I would have liked to be prepared for this ahead of time! Now I know what they meant in my book about women trying to make their nipples less sensitive for breastfeeding. I can’t remember how they did this but I thought – WHY!? the cute adorable baby will gently suck to nurse and that’s that. I didn’t realize I was the prey being hunted and attacked!

Don’t get me wrong, I love breastfeeding and I fought for weeks to be able to – it took that long to make it happen – but this is what happens on a regular basis and that’s my ‘Boob for Thought’.

Does/did anyone else go through this? Reply below and let me know. 🙂

Ciao,

Mrs. Deaner

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