The Blowout At 30,000 Feet

This post is all about the turning point in my motherhood career, we can call it a career right? When I realized that there is still good in this world and we should not judge other mothers:

I was catching a flight out of Columbus at the time. It was my first flight by myself and I thought I was prepared. My friend who was giving me a ride to the airport, grabbed my daughter from her car seat.

My friend looked at me and said, “I think she leaked through this diaper?”

“How can you tell you? That would be crazy if she did. I just changed her.” I turned to my friend and she pointed to her wet shirt and said, “Well this might be a good indicator.” Praise Jesus she laughed.

So I was forced to use the backup outfit and didn’t even think to replace it. About an hour later I was regretting that choice.

In motherhood, blow outs never happen at home. Oh no, those are saved for the best spots like Target, the car seat, a restaurant or in my case 30,000 feet up in the air in a confined space on a 747 heading to Kansas City during turbulence when we had to stay seated. As a new mom, I was still very naive in speaking up, so I waited until I locked eyes with the flight attendant and pleaded with her to let me us the restroom. It wasn’t until she saw my soaked clothes she empathized.

“Oh honey, you have to promise to be careful as we really need you in your seat, but let me stand outside the door just for safety.”

Have you ever changed a baby in an airplane bathroom. There isn’t much room for activities let alone to change a diaper. So my daughter starts screaming and I just can’t calm her. I quickly change her diaper and the flight attendant knocks while giving me the all clear to take my time. I wash her up the best I could and I just start to weep because this poor little 1 year old is in a bow, diaper, socks and shoes. Here I am, covered in urine and poo. I was done.

I opened the door and off she bounded down the aisle to our row with me giving uneasy smiles to everyone. Kids are quick. Sometimes I believe they have super powers and as we get older we just forget, because I went to put our bag back up in the over head bin and I hear this crunching sound, look down and shes eating some mans chips. His wife (who looked like a grandmother, you know the sweet face) said with a smile, “It’s a new bag and shes fine. I’ve been there. Take a moment to take care of yourself.” I nodded with a “thank you and ok” look. To the best of my ability, with the help of some travel size Bath and Body Works pumpkin lotion, I did my best to feel control of the situation and clean.

After this, we were preparing to land. Luckily, our blanket we packed was unharmed from bodily fluids, so I wrapped up my sweet girl and held her as we descended into the Midwest.

I don’t know about you as a parent, but I tend to wait for the “herd” rush of people exiting the aircraft before we gather our belongings and leave. As I started to pack up our things, (and my half naked kid dreading the walk up the gateway) I felt a tap on my shoulder. There stood a man with a suitcase. He said, “My wife wanted to give you clothes the entire flight, but there wasn’t a time to grab the suitcase. Our daughter is the same size and she wants you to take this.” I am unsure what I did next, because I was in such shock that this happened, that this kindness was given to me, but here are few emotions I went through:

“What a big hearted family”

“Helped a mother out for no reason, they don’t know me”

“Why can’t more people be like you in this world”

“A non judging parent I will be never again”

I was grateful, and I had no way of knowing how to repay this family. A tearful ‘thank you’ was said as I brought the clothes to my face. Ever since then, I look out to help people/mothers in small ways. Nothing much, but it’s my way of thanking this family and continuing this.  The outfit in my photo is the one from the plane and on my second daughter actually. I will never get rid of it, and I will pass it down to one of my daughters with this story attached, so they understand to continue the positive motherhood movement of helping each other.

And in such moments, when the walls of helplessness are closing in on you, humanity will always be there to pick you up. Always.

So, have faith. Have faith in goodness.

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