PROJECTILE THROW-UP

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Let's just say my time was due to have a horrible flight. After flying with the kids for over a dozen flights with zero hassle, zero problems, it would only make sense that a nightmarish flight was headed my way. I flew home to Idaho yesterday, my first flight with the two kids ALONE. I was quite anxious leading up to yesterday. But the kids were happy, fed, and we were enjoying our time on the plane. We had finished lunch and were about two hours into our four hour flight to Salt Lake. Kenedee is really a good kid and super easy to take anywhere. I told her she needed to take a nap so she laid down in her seat and feel asleep in a matter of minutes, SWEET. After about twenty minutes of sleeping, I hear a little cough so I turn to look over when I see Kenedee's eyes open wide and throw-up spilling out of her mouth. I quickly rolled her over to let it all come out and it kept on COMING. She was throwing up for about a minute straight, if you count that out it's quite a long time when you are sitting on an airplane while also holding a seven month old baby, NOT IDEAL. I was trying to use her blanket to catch it all but of course, by the end of it all she was completely drenched from head to toe in throw-up. I sat there holding her blanket in one hand and holding Lincoln in the other while Kenedee looked at me just crying. I was at a complete loss, HORRIBLE!!! What's worse was that I was sitting next to an 87 year old woman, it wasn't like I could just shove Lincoln into her lap and get this all sorted out. I pushed the button for the flight attendant cause I didn't even know where to begin. After telling her my daughter just threw up everywhere, I could quickly tell she didn't want me walking Kenedee down the aisle to the bathroom, I was annoyed to say the least. So she brought me a plastic bag and two little towels. I slowly took off each article of clothing and placed it in the bag, Kenedee's dress, leggings, socks, and blanket. I then began to try and wipe her down with the little wipes that I had. Poor girl. I luckily took her jacket off when we got on the plane so I knew that would have to do. So my poor girl finished her day with her diaper, jacket, and crocs. We had a 45 minute layover before we had to catch our next flight into Idaho Falls, so if you take away 30 minutes of boarding time, it left me with 15 minutes to run to the bathroom to try and rinse out all of this crap. I did the best I could and ran to our next flight. She never threw-up again so I'm still unsure if she caught a bug or whether she experienced some motion sickness. Let's just say it was one of the longest flights/days of my life. But after all of the craziness, would this deter me from flying solo with the kids, NEVER! Being home makes anything worth it. I couldn't have been a happier person arriving to my parents house yesterday afternoon. Hello IDAHO FALLS!!!