As the day approaches, I find myself getting more and more nervous. We're flying separately. Cosette and I are on a free ticket using miles on one airline. Johnny & Henri are on another airline that had the lowest price tickets. But we fly on the same days.
Two days ago, I checked our schedules and noticed that I had a 35 minute layover between connecting flights. I'll be flying into a satellite terminal and then having to shuttle to the main terminal before having to walk all the way to the other side of the airport to catch our connecting flight on a commuter flight and different airline.
Yesterday, I told my neighbor who is a flight attendant about it. She thought the layover was way too short and that I'd be running with Cosette through the airport. I checked what time the next connecting flight would leave. It left 8 hours later. Um, no, I didn't want THAT long of a layover.
I tried to duplicate the trip online (as if I was buying it online; we went through an airline agent)--nope, it wouldn't bring up my two flights together.
I started to study the airport maps and even e-mailed them to ask what the fastest way to get to my gate would be.
I asked Johnny to call the airline so that I could be assured that the layover time was sufficient. He called. He got a message that they had a very high call volume and to call again later.
Do you feel my nerves and my shaking as I imagine:
- Running through the airport with Cosette in my arms.
- Missing my connecting flight and having to wait at the airport for 8 and a half hours with a tired 1 year old.
Agent response: "Oh, no, that's FAR too short of a layover for that airport--especially since you're switching airlines. I'll put you on an earlier flight out of your city."
And she did. At no charge. And I feel SO much better.
Feeling the adrenaline still blazing through my veins, I packed the kids in the stroller and jogged to the river and back. Then I took them to our local wading pool.
I get a little nutty when it comes to flying. Why is that?
Speaking of nuts, I got sunburned on my back during my jog.
2 comments:
I do feel your stress. That is a big factor for me in adopting out of state. I actually thought I could send Mike home from TX when we adopted Amanda. I imagined myself catching a cab to the airport, managing luggage etc., with a newborn. (I had great faith in my wrap.) And then I held Amanda in my arms and she was much more fragile than the sack of rice I have practiced with. Needless to say, Mike didn't leave me.
Praise God on the ticket change!
Katie
P.S. Xanex was helpful, too. (And I won't even take an Advil for back pain.)
the last and only time i have flown alone with jeneva.....she was potty training and wet her pants. soaked through onto the seat. also, she kept leaning on the man next to her and even laid her head on his lap. luckily he was very sweet and was a grandfather, so didn't mind it.
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