Back to Life, Back to Reality

Thursday I took the "red-eye" flight from San Francisco to DC with B-man and J. It left at 11:20 p.m. and landed in DC at 7:30 a.m. I knew that buying such a ticket was risky. The worst case scenario would be that B-man didn't sleep and J cried the whole way. But I figured that was a small chance. The best case scenario was that B-man and J sleep the whole time, J gets his own seat because the flight is so empty, and I can also sleep at least a little. The reality was somewhere in the middle.

The flight was completely full. Every single seat was taken, so J was on my lap or in the front pack. B-man did sleep the entire way which was great; although a lot of that was on me, (imagine a large child and an infant sharing my lap on an airplane) and J slept most of the way too. I only had to feed him once. I didn't really sleep though. Once we landed we had to just get going. No time for naps, which I think was good. I was SO tired by the end of the day. It's been a long time since I have been up for more than 36 hours. Catching up on sleep is impossible with a infant.

Last night I went to bed early, ready to finally sleep. I woke up seven hours later!!! By the time I really woke up for good, (thanks to M helping with B-man) I had slept for twelve hours.

P.S. Nursing a baby on a plane is very convenient. But have you noticed how small the seats are? J kept kicking the poor man next to me during the middle of the flight while I was feeding him. (Despite my attempts to reign in his long legs.) I know his kicks couldn't hurt, but they could wake up a man and keep him from falling back asleep...