Over the past few weeks, Tate has become a pretty experienced traveler. After our cross country road trip, I didn’t think much of taking Tate on his second plane trip.
Because we were running late to the airport and we hit a snag at security, we didn’t have a chance to change Tate’s diaper before we boarded the plane. With a three hour flight ahead of us, I figured I better change Tate’s diaper before he finally surrendered to his afternoon nap.
I’m not exactly sure what I was expecting when I carried Tate into the bathroom, but boy was I disappointed. I searched in vain for a suitable place to change him. Did I really think there would be some sort of changing table in there? Yes, I guess did.
Regardless of my naivety, I now had Tate with an overly wet diaper and I was determined to change him. Thank goodness he was only wet. I sat on the tiny toilet seat and bent over to change my standing toddler while he tried (unsuccessfully) to run away.
I’ve never been so grateful that he didn’t have nasty mess awaiting me in that diaper.
Have you changed your baby in an airplane? Any tips you can share?