{"id":2489,"date":"2013-11-11T10:20:42","date_gmt":"2013-11-11T15:20:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/barefootandpregnant\/?p=2489"},"modified":"2015-09-19T15:32:35","modified_gmt":"2015-09-19T19:32:35","slug":"babies-on-airplanes-are-the-worst","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/barefootandpregnant\/2013\/11\/babies-on-airplanes-are-the-worst.html","title":{"rendered":"Babies on Airplanes Are. The. Worst."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

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On the way back from Texas last week, our plane made a quick stop in Houston to unload some passengers and re-load others. I had finally coaxed Lincoln to sleep as we landed, and he was nestled cozily between Sienna and I as the new passengers boarded.<\/p>\n

I heard her before I saw her, of course. A wee little blond lass, 7 or 8 months old, sleep deprived, disoriented, and totally overwhelmed by the airport\u2019s assault on her senses. She was screaming bloody murder. For real. She was shrieking in that way that babies rarely do, that way that freezes your blood and makes you panic even though you have no clue what\u2019s wrong, how to help, or even who the poor child is.<\/p>\n

I felt so sorry for the mother, even when she inexplicably chose to sit directly across the aisle from me and my peacefully sleeping baby. This was not some mere fussing\u2026this baby was emitting absolutely ear-piercing screams. Lincoln woke up almost at once, naturally, and began wailing himself. Still, I tried to give the mother supportive, friendly, sympathetic smiles as I comforted my own disoriented baby.<\/p>\n

She did not respond in kind.<\/p>\n

I really think she was just exhausted, the mother, overwhelmed by the baby and her 3-year-old. She had an older woman with her who I guessed to be her mother, but neither one seemed capable of responding to the children with anything other than frazzled irritation. Having been subject to extended layovers, cancelled flights, re-routing, and general standby misery with two, then three, then four of my own, I really do understand that eventually you just get to that point. That point where you don\u2019t give a crap about how much your baby\u2019s wails are disturbing other travelers, because you can guaran-damn-tee that they\u2019re disturbing you twenty zillion times more. That point where you can\u2019t even muster up a return smile for a kind stranger because you\u2019re just that exhausted. So I didn\u2019t let it bother me. I continued to try and be empathetic and compassionate.<\/p>\n

For about forty-five minutes. That was it. That was my limit. Forty-five minutes into the flight, that baby girl was still screaming like someone was stabbing her with red-hot knives. About every fifteen minutes she would stop suddenly, having dropped into exhausted sleep, and Lincoln would gratefully close his eyes and bury his head in my shoulder. This momentary reprieve would last less than five minutes before the baby would resume screaming in her sleep, which would wake her up and intensify the screams, which naturally woke Lincoln up, who added his own plaintive cries to the hellish cacophony happening within that unassuming Southwest airplane.<\/p>\n

I started to hate that poor baby\u2019s poor mother. Despite knowing how she felt, despite feeling the exact same way at the exact same time,<\/em> I still had to fight back the urge to leap out of my seat and snap, \u201cHoly shit, lady, don\u2019t you know how to take care of your own baby? The two of you have been passing her back and forth and bouncing her with increasing vigor since the plane took off. Clearly, it\u2019s not working! For the love of all that\u2019s holy, try something besides the bouncing already!\u201d<\/p>\n

My exasperation was visibly echoed by the people around me, particularly one young man. Seated directly in front of the mother and baby, he had initially expressed warmth and pity for them.\u00a0His offers to help were matter-of-factly rebuffed by the mother. She wasn\u2019t ungrateful, just honest about the fact that the baby was overly tired and it couldn\u2019t be helped. As the flight wore on, however, he became less empathetic and more distressed. After an hour and a half he was\u00a0 curled over, holding his own head in his hands in obvious anguish. I was struck by his reaction because it clearly did not manifest itself as anger at the mother, but as genuine torment brought on by a baby\u2019s vocal suffering and his inability to do something, anything, to help.<\/p>\n

When Leah wrote this post about babies on airplanes<\/a> six months ago, I was embroiled in the babies in Mass debate<\/a>, so I took her side with a vengeance. After all, haven\u2019t I flown with babies too many times to count? Haven\u2019t my babies cried? Haven\u2019t I had to suffer the double indignity of being unable to soothe my agitated child and being blamed for the poor baby\u2019s piercing shrieks?<\/p>\n

The thing is, I didn\u2019t actually know until last week that it was physically possible for a baby to scream that shrilly for that long. I don\u2019t think I\u2019ve ever experienced my own babies screaming like that for such an extended period of time\u2026or if I have, I\u2019ve blocked it out of my mothering memory in the interest of self-preservation. Now that I know it is, I think I\u2019ve been wrong about the whole \u201cbabies on planes\u201d debate.<\/p>\n

More than one of Leah\u2019s commenters observed that an airplane is unique because one can\u2019t just get off it. We\u2019re stuck in there together for the whole long, bitter journey. It\u2019s an unusual and inordinate strain on the human psyche to basically sit in a stranger\u2019s lap for several hours, much less to have to endure the ceaseless cries of a baby. And here\u2019s the salient detail about the crying baby factor: people who can\u2019t handle the sound of a baby crying aren\u2019t always just crabby old curmudgeons who hate puppies and sunshine. As it turns out, adult humans are biologically programmed to respond swiftly and emotionally to the sound of a crying baby,<\/a> even if that baby is not our own. So that jackass three rows up who finally slams his tray table up and yells something like, \u201ccan\u2019t you shut that thing up?!?!\u201d might just be completely overwhelmed at the paradox created by his biological instinct to help the child in distress and the social conditioning that forces him to keep his nose planted firmly in his Sudoku. (Alternatively, he could actually just be a jackass.)<\/p>\n

I think this is crucial to remember when we think about the new social spaces created by modern technology. The suited Bluetooth guy who glares at me from across a Starbucks eclectic (TM) table because my baby is crying and my four-year-old spilled her chocolate milk gets no sympathy from me. It\u2019s a public space, I\u2019m already cleaning the milk up, you can walk five feet and sit at the exact same table and the world will still continue to turn. But the other downtrodden, unfortunate, Southwest cheapy-cheap-seat-flying masses who morph into Hydes after hours cooped up with a crying baby get all my sympathy. Flying is hard work. No one likes it, unless they\u2019re rich enough to fly first class and get drunk on mini single malts.<\/p>\n

It isn\u2019t that parents have to apologize for having babies and participating in society at the same time. They shouldn\u2019t, at all. I wish more parents would bring their babies into society. Children keep us human. But airplanes are an essentially inhumane creation, a necessary evil of modern travel. Parents with babies can\u2019t, and shouldn\u2019t, just eschew air travel until their kids are old enough to sit still and be quiet. But we should also recognize that the visceral reaction to babies crying on airplanes is not just some manifestation of ageism. Any little thing we can do to acknowledge that would help the situation for everyone. Me, I tend to be overly grateful for every offer of help to try and convey how much I really appreciate it. After witnessing the young man\u2019s distress on the flight last week, I think I\u2019ll also try and find some way to accept every offer of help, even if it isn\u2019t strictly necessary. At the very least, accepting help could alleviate some of the helplessness fellow passengers feel. It might even forge a kind of superficial unity, so that everyone feels like we\u2019re all trying to just survive this nightmare while doing what we can to help, instead of the other passengers becoming increasingly hostile the longer the flight wears on.<\/p>\n

I do think that parents of babies who are likely to cry should be considerate enough to request a seat in the back of the airplane (and I mean the last possible row, like where you can smell the toilet every time the stall door opens). In my experience, the noise from the engines tends to drown out, or at least neutralize, the screaming baby. I also think that little goody bags, like the one Leah was none too thrilled with, are a pretty thoughtful and generous touch. Rather than implying a tone of incessant apology for having something so inconvenient as a baby on an airplane (which is how I felt about it at first), I now think it\u2019s a way of acknowledging that yes, the next few hours are going to be hell for everyone, and we\u2019re deeply sorry about that.<\/p>\n

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