We made it to the airport. That’s the line at my gate. Luckily it’s not for my flight, as my flight has been delayed a half hour, so now I have almost two hours until we take off.
It wasn’t easy getting from the car to the ticket counter as there were many parts and pieces to move, and baby girl was crying (and let’s be honest, so was I). But after another good cry post-check-in, I made it through security pretty darn easily and even was offered help by a stranger (one who I thought was in a major rush and therefore likely to be irritable but turned out to be very nice and understanding).
Now we have a flight delay so let’s hope feedings will coordinate and she’ll be a happy flyer!