Reply #118: Boy, you are spot on. When my brother was married in Milwaukee [View All]

ten years ago, my youngest was just one. The morning of the flight, my four year old son woke up with a stomach virus, so my husband stayed home with him and I took the girls to Milwaukee.

I boarded the plane with a car seat, a fold up stroller, a diaper bag, a one year old and a six year old.

I boarded early so I could get the car seat installed. You know what the FA did?

Nothing. Nothing except to tell me that I needed a ticket for my baby, (which I had because I didn't want to chance not being able to put her in her car seat)

Did any of them try to help me out? Not a fucking one. On the returning flight, I was coming down with the same virus my son had and it was the same story.

A passenger in first class was the only person that helped me.

Getting off the plane, I handed the kids to my husband, ran into the bathroom and got sick. There was no way those flight attendants couldn't have known I wasn't feeling well. I asked for ginger ale and saltines the entire flight.

After that fiasco, I always make it a point to help out young families on planes. My husband flies every week and has carried more baby seats than he can count for people.

Maybe a little tolerance is what is needed.