First in Flight

I've always heard that kids are full of surprises, so why am I still surprised by Noah's surprises? As we set off last week on our grand adventure to the beautiful swampland of South Florida, I worried that we would reverse the excellent progress we'd made toward 10-hour nights. All that worry for nothing. Noah slept like a baby (or better, really) at Grandma and Grandpa's, even with the time change and "falling back." Oh no, it wasn't the new crib and bedroom that threw him for a loop (thank the Lord).

It was the altitude. Not being a pacifier man, we had to work hard to keep Noah sucking (i.e. eating) during ascent and descent during each flight. By the end of the 2nd flight to Florida, he was wiped out and Mom and Dad decided not to wake him for the descent. That was a mistake.

Let me just pause here to reiterate that comment: That was a mistake. If any unsuspecting parents out there were in doubt, let me set the record straight: you would rather WAKE YOUR BABY during ascent/descent to suck on something than suffer the consequences. Our poor little guy cried more that night than ever before (quite the greeting for Gma and Gpa, though they were great about it). He was inconsolable for about an hour until he wore himself out (and we were able to give him some Tylenol). Amazingly, he still slept that night, but he was hoarse for days and Mom took at least as long to get over the trauma.

The only other signs that he noticed we weren't at home? He didn't poop for about 2 days and he refused a couple of bottles. Thankfully, he was still smiley and goofy and sweet, so Mom and Dad (who are gluttons for punishment) are about to do it again.

In the meantime, here are a few pics of our great adventure:





Oh, and in case I left you hanging, we managed to feed Noah during ascent/descent of both flights on the way home, so all was well in our house that night. (I discovered the key was to only feed him when we were actually ascending or descending so he stayed hungry enough to keep eating.)