When I was pregnant with my first child, my extended family was planning a reunion across the country. Depending on when the baby was born, he would be around 7 weeks old at the time. I was seriously considering going. Then I had the baby, and realized I must have been on crack to even CONSIDER taking a cross-country trip with a newborn.
Of course, since then I have flown with one, even two kids. But each time there's a point during the trip when I wonder just what the hell I was thinking when I booked our flight. Read more about my airline adventures on TheBump.com:
9/7/09
The Not-So-Friendly Skies
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