17 Spews and 17 hours of flying

Ah, we have arrived. As we sit here at LAX waiting for the flight that will take us to New Orleans, I am breathing a massive sigh of relief that the last 24 hours is over.

Flight to Melbourne went really well. Take off was fine except poor Jacksons hand got crushed by mine during it but it’s cool – he can shake it off. Got a couple of selfies of Jacks and I while Steve and Shaye judged us from behind but you know – what evs.

 

 

 

Gotta say it but I love flying Qantas. Don’t have to worry about buying food – as Jackson found out when he pulled out a twenty to pay for his drinks – and the new tv’s in the seat head rests are really cool. Great selection of movies and games too – Jackson couldn’t help himself playing chess against the Qantas computer and he lost. Lol.

So after syncing our viewing choices and watching Family guy together while pissing ourselves laughing, Steve was having a fine time behind us with Shaye just as our meals arrived. Spew number one visited Steve. Poor Shaybie. It wasn’t something I expected her to do because she has never suffered from travel sickness before but being her first flight and all, well it’s lucky I brought some Travacalm.

We made it to Melbourne 3 hours later and made our way to the international terminal with Justin and Charlene who were travelling to LA on the same flight as us. Trying to get a weak iced coffee to stay off sleep was hard but I finally found my drink but not the Krispy Kreme’s that I had told the kids we would get and I was devo too.

The A380 is massive! It was sitting at the terminal when we arrived and took up almost a whole window of viewing room. All four of us were shattered but I was confident that when we got on the plane for LA we would be able to sleep peacefully for at least ten hours making it so we were on LA time when we arrived. God how wrong I was.

We took up the four seats in the middle of the row, missing out on any window viewing but that’s okay – Skycam on the TV made up for that. So it went Jackson (aisle), Shaye, Me and Steve (aisle) which I thought was good as the boys could stretch their legs out a bit more – Shaybie and I are short asses well at least for a little bit longer anyway. Settling in we got our blanket out, headphones in, Monty settled and after a really smooth take off we were away, LA bound.

Then it started.

Poltergeist ain't got nothing on my daughter because for the next 14 hours Shaybie spewed out more then she had put in and it wasn’t pretty or smelling like roses. She seemed to time it again for meal time which helped Jackson on his decision to not finish the yummy Beef Ragout he had woken up for. Poor Shaye, poor poor Shaye and poor me too because I was the parent sitting next to her. See Steve had decided to raid the medicine box before we left and found a couple of Stilnox I had acquired. Sure, great idea you think. Sleep most of the 14 hour flight and wake up all nice and refreshed. Yeah not so great when Steve is sitting on the aisle seat and I need him to move every time after Shaye spewed because I needed to throw out her chuckie bag. Poor Jackson had to dispose of the first 2 but after that the bugger needed to sleep himself.

So picture this. It’s dark and quiet on a Qantas flight and Shaye has just spewed again into a chuckie bag (paper bag). Jackson is asleep next to her so I can’t get him to dispose of it so I turn to Steve.

Ol’ slack jaw Steve because that was the picture I was fronted with when I turned to him. Black neck pillow around his neck, leaning heavily to his right away from me, bottom lip fully dipped down and a gap I would fit a wade of $50’s in between his lips. Ol’ slack jaw was out of it and when I nudged him so he could dispose of the bag his vacant look of ‘WTF?’ made it hard for him to realise I wanted him to take the bag. It then took another 5 minutes before he refused and then another 5 minutes before he got out of his seat so I could go dispose of the bag. By the time I got back from the toilets, Slack Jaw was back asleep again and Shaye was using the next chuckie bag. For fucks sake!

So that was my next ten hours of my flight to LA. I managed to get an hour here and there but my sleep hasn’t been that broken since I was breastfeeding and even then I could sleep through that! Can’t sleep through Shaye heaving her guts out while I’m holding the bag. Bloody Slack Jaw Colquhoun. Next flight, he’s sitting next to her.