Tuesday, June 11, 2013
A Long Flight: Three Kids and a Cat
The flight from Sacramento to Las Vegas went smoothly. However the three and a half hour flight from Las Vegas to Detroit had me wishing for a parachute and a way to exit the aircraft.
It was that bad.
Words like "Stop elbowing your brother in the head" and "No! He's finally asleep! Don't touch his feet!" were bandied about, along with "stop pinching me... why are you clawing my arm?" to a certain smiling two year old who left tiny nail marks up the inside of my arm. The phrase"please, just go to sleep" was frequently heard being directed towards the baby who wanted to be held in a standing position so that he could survey the plane and who began to fuss every five minutes because he was really, really tired, but just didn't want to sleep.
Let me begin by saying: What is going on?!?!?! Why are my children all suddenly developing allergies?
This is insane!!!!
While we were on the trip we discovered that Sadie has developed an allergy to cats. She lived with cats for the first two years of her life not problem, but now? Allergic. No big deal though, right? I mean, it bothered her when she touched the cats and she was on benadryl twenty four hours a day at Nani and Grumpa's, but as long as she took her "purple kitty vitamin" (her words) she was okay. We also found out that she's very allergic to the detergent they use at two hotels that we stayed at while on the trip... but that's another story.
Midway through the flight Sadie began sniffling and sneezing. Perfume? I thought at first. Maybe it's perfume. I couldn't smell anything. Paul and Mae and I all have hayfever-ish allergies and we were all fine. We sat and the attack got worse. Every breath was a huge sniffling effort.
I pulled out the epi-pen/ inhaler/ benadryl bag and gave her a diphenhyramine melt. She took it and struggled through another forty five minutes. I looked at the back of the box. 6 year old are permitted two. I glanced at my 48 lb almost-five-year old, who was okay-ed for benadryl by doctors after the ER car seat allergy visit of the summer of 2012 and gave her another melt. She's bigger than many six year olds and she was really struggling. And I didn't think the inhaler would help with all the mucus in her chest. Ten minutes later she could breath and was passed out against my arm clutching her baby doll.
We survived. But oh my goodness. My brain isn't quite up for any other posts just yet. It still feels like mush.
I've emailed Southwest to ask them if, in the future, there's any way we can ensure a cat free flight when booking. Although right now the idea of flying again isn't something I'm planning on doing anytime soon.
Thank goodness we're back on the solid ground!