At four months old, James was ready for his first transatlantic flight. We were flying from London to Toronto, and Brendan had spent approximately 100 hours researching possible flights, frequent flier miles combinations, and upgrades. He managed to secure us two business class seats on the transatlantic flight. All set!
But not really. About two weeks before the flight, it dawned on us that we may have to register our lovely son for the flight, too. (although he sometimes feels like luggage, he does count as a human being, after all.) So, we called, and, for a small additional fee, landed him a spot on our flight.
There was a catch. In an apparent effort to dissuade passengers from carrying babies in business class (the crying can prove distracting for business travelers), the little baby bassinets are not available in business class! This meant that we would have to carry little James on our laps for the entire flight. This somewhat mitigated the appeal of the upgrade - after all, isn't it hard to truly enjoy a glass of champagne with a baby tottering on your lap?
On this particular day in July, the baby travel gods must have been smiling on us. The seat next to me was empty, and the lovely stewardess offered the place for James. He flew across the Atlantic in a fully reclined adult-sized bed. The little tyke, at only four months old, has been privy to a top notch travel experience. Brendan and I were able to eat, drink, and watch films in peace. He cried only slightly as we landed, and we received no dirty looks from passengers. I still was caught midway through a film, though, and really didn't want to leave the plane...
Moral: upgrade your seats!
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