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Vaycay with an Infant: Part 1- The Airport

August 9, 2011

The day of the trip that I had already been stressing about involved teething and a call to Washington D.C.

Here is a little back story on my family’s recent vacation. Frank, Carter and I went to Pompano Beach, FL for 4 days my family’s annual beach trip. My side of the family is Cuban. You will not miss us in a crowd. Our family is rather large and extremely loud. Currently, Carter is the youngest member of 342 people in our family tree! My immediate family is made up of 40 people, most of them live in Florida, so this was Carters big debut.

Frank and I were very scared about taking Carter on the plane for the first time. I had nightmares of his tiny ears popping and him being in pain all weekend. Those thoughts were quickly put on-hold when we discovered Carter had started teething early in the morning of the big trip. He woke us up around 3am and he cried the rest of the morning. He is only 3 1/2 months old, so we didn’t see this coming. There was nothing we would do would make him feel better (more on teething later). We hugged and kissed him, I fed him a lot and gave him a teething ring. We continued packing because it was all we could do.

Packing is VERY difficult with a crying baby in the background. Heading out the door was insane with zero sleep running around like chickens with their heads cut off. It basically went like this:
“Did you get his blanket?”
“Did you pack his bottles?”
“Do you have your wallet?”
“Should we bring this?”
“What about that?”
“Oh yea! I can’t believe we almost forgot that!”

After being dropped off at the airport by my sister, we lugged all our stuff to check-in with a crying baby. I was so occupied with getting Carter to stop crying that I didn’t hear the check-in lady asking for ID. All I noticed was Frank going pale and starting to do his trademark stress move. He puts the fingers on his right hand together real tight and rubs the right side of his head. I usually think this is hilarious. This signature move will probably cause him to go prematurely bald on his right side. However, when I saw him do it at the airport, I knew it was something bad. He looked at me with a puppy dog face and said, “I must have left my license at home.” We only had an hour and a half before the plane left and we didn’t have a car, so I knew there was no way we could go home and get it. More stress!

“That’s ok, we will figure it out.” I assured him. I have been flying back and forth to Florida all my life and have had more than my share of bad airport luck. I knew that we would just have to wait standby for the next available flight. The thought of waiting in the airport with a screaming baby with no definite timeline terrified me. Then, some wonderful news! The nice lady at the check-in desk told us that we could fly without having a license or picture ID!

It took a 30 minute call to Washington D.C. by TSA but Frank was cleared to fly. They asked him who his neighbors were, my birthday, how long we had been married, his first job, all sorts of questions that only he would know. We still managed to make our flight on time! Somehow Frank didn’t get carded until our return trip Sunday when he used his debit card to buy gum and a mountain dew! Figures.

LESSONS LEARNED: 1) When traveling with an infant, make sure to have someone watch the baby while you pack. You cannot focus with the baby in the room. 2) You can gate check your car seat at check-in for free and not have to lug it all over the airport!

Next up: the flight. To be continued! Read Part 2

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. lauren permalink
    August 9, 2011 5:11 pm

    Casey, you are adorable. You are such a great mamma!!!
    And thank you for starting this blog… I love seeing what’s going on in your life!

  2. August 9, 2011 5:50 pm

    Thanks Lauren! Miss you!

  3. August 12, 2011 8:42 pm

    Ugh, what a stressful time! Love your blog! Life is certainly an adventure with kiddos involved!!

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