I flew both ways with 9-month-old Amanda as a lap infant. On the way there I was lucky to have an extra seat next to us for Amanda to stretch out a bit, but wasn’t so fortunate on the return trip. Having to switch planes in Chicago turned out to be a blessing in disguise: it broke up the otherwise grueling 7 hour trip with time for Amanda to crawl around, stretch and burn off some steam. The biggest challenge was getting her to nurse or suck on her sippy cup during take off and landing, to help pop her ears. There are so many distractions, it’s harder than it sounds. She handled the trip much better than expected, playing or napping contentedly for most of the trip, and hardly any crying. The other passengers were relieved, to say the least, and commented on how good she’d been. I’m glad it worked out so well. Nobody likes to fly with a screaming infant!
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