... I am sorry. That was my little boy, in the very back row, screaming for the last half hour of the flight. Everything was hunky-dory, DS was fast asleep and we were cuddling, until the pilot came over the intercom and announced we'd be landing in 25 minutes. DS's eyes shot open and he wailed, writhed and sweated for those next 25 minutes. No one made any rude comments, thank goodness. And then, after howling and flailing about relentlessly, DS fell asleep as the plane was landing! After that, when it was time to disembark, I couldn't find my phone. It wasn't in my pockets, not in the diaper bag, or the Ergo pocket. The flight attendants couldn't find it on the floor, either. One flight attendant called my number, and I could hear my phone ringing, it sounded like it was on my body. After the flight attendant called a few times, I located my phone. I had put it in my bra - for safekeeping.

So if you happened to be on my flight last night, DS and I would like to apologize. It wasn't much fun for us, either