Airport delays

Now that's we're up to date, I'm not going to stick to weekly blogs. I might do them if nothing much happens, but if something in particular happens, then I'll do a post on that particular subject.

So the title today is "Airport delays". No, I didn't fly anywhere. However, my parents came back from Iceland last Friday and Logan and I went to pick them up at Glasgow Airport.

A few facts:

1. Their flight was supposed to land at 1.40 pm.

2. They were coming from Reikjavik (however you spell it) via Manchester, with passengers coming off and on at Manchester Airport.

3. Because of their luggage, I could not take the wheels of the pram, to plonk the car seat on top and ferry Logan around in the airport, so I was just going to pick him up in my arms and carry him while waiting for Mum and Dad.

4. Glasgow Airport is 45 minutes away from my home.

5. At a push, Logan can last 3.5 hours before needing fed again (except at night when he can last a bit longer).

So with these facts in mind, I had planned on leaving the house at 1 pm. By the time I parked and made my way to arrivals, they would hopefully had got their luggage and I wouldn't have long to wait.

Around noon, Dad calls me to say that the flight is dealyed but they don't know what is happening (they are French and couldn't really understand what was being said) so they will call me back once they board the place.

At quarter to one, Mum calls and passes me through to an American tourist they had befriended, for her to tell me what was happening, so I could explain to my parents. The airline had overbooked the plane by 3 passengers and was waiting for 3 volunteers to agree to go onto the next flight for Glasgow. This had just happened so we agreed that I would leave the house at 1.15 pm.

I had fed Logan at 12.30 pm so he should be fine until we were back around 3.30 pm.

I arrived at Glasgow Airport around 2 pm, and right after I'd parked my Mum called again to say they'd been waiting for 1 hour in the plane but they were still at Manchester Airport! I did not believe her until I saw the new expected arrival time of 3.10 pm in the airport. 

Ah. What was I going to do for 1 hour with a 2 month old baby that I was carrying in my arms. Not enough time to go back home and come back (and not fun for a baby!). So I went and bought a book (not easy to do when you're carrying a baby in one arm and purchasing with the other, I was scared to drop him!!) and sat in the arrivals lounge. Dear Logan was asleep, so I laid him down on a towel that I'd spread over a couple of seats. 

Update on the arrivals board: now 3.30 pm. Just my luck - that should be Logan's feeding time. My little boy wakes up around 3 pm, and I manage to keep him entertain until about 3.30 pm, with no sign still of my parents arriving (the plane had landed a few minutes before, so I was trying to keep Logan's mind on something else than his stomach, in the hope that he would last until we were back in the car as I didn't fancy breastfeeding in the airport). That was a long enough wait for him and I did have to feed him. And then I thought: thank goodness I'm breastfeeding, I would never have thought of bringing a bottle and some formula with me since my parents were not supposed to be this late!!

At last they arrived, and all in we were back home at 5.30 pm!!

New mums out there: always make sure you bring plenty of supplies with you! nappies, wipes, formula etc... should always be in a greater quantity than you think you'll need!! :)