What started out as a fairly promising trip out of Nelson, New Zealand for the Paterson family quickly turned to custard when the flight out of Auckland was delayed by 8 hours, making our new departure time 2 am the next day. We had cleverly skipped Ayva's afternoon nap so that she would sleep on the overnight Auckland/LA flight, but when it was delayed she gave us a 1 hour kip in the Auckland airport and then got up to spend the rest of the time playing and making friends with the other rather disgruntled passengers.
When they finally boarded us onto the flight, Bruce and I were more than ready to crash. Not long after taking off, Ayva was asleep, and Bruce and I settled in for the long haul. Not more than an hour later, the entire plane was awoken by the screaming of a wild banshee, as I wiped the sleep from my eyes, I quickly realized that the screaming was coming from our littlest bundle of joy. Her eyes were completely glazed over and she had this wild look about her, not completely awake yet. As Bruce and I tried to console her the screaming got worse and a flight attendant came by and kindly informed us that there was a large space at the back of the plane if we would like to try walking her around for a bit. Calming Ayva consumed the next hour and when we finally restored order to the airplane, Ayva was wide awake and rearing to go.
For the rest of the 12 hour flight Ayva slept for a total of 1 1/2 hours. Bruce and I took turns trying to get some shut eye. At one point we looked at each and said "Which one of us is going to tell Mom that we're never going home?!"
We had another 5 hours in the airport which Ayva spent wide awake and playing with two little Jewish kids she roped into chasing a ball after she threw it for them. When they called us for the flight to NY, Bruce and I were beside ourselves with exhaustion, and headed for the plane, stumbling down the gangway, accompanied by Miss Ayva dancing and skipping her way onto yet another exciting plane ride. As we took our seats, Bruce and I glanced at one another with that desperate "is it your turn or mine to sleep??". Luckily by the time we decided which of us would be getting the next rest shift we looked between us and there was our little angel passed out and snoring in her little seat.
Ayva stayed in that exact position until the plane landed in New York. We had to wake her to get off the plane. As Bruce carried her off you could hear her little voice say "bye-bye plane". Ayva had had a great trip and besides the one hour of uncontrollable banshee screaming she had been in good spirits the entire time, but Bruce and I walked off that plane very different people.
I will be returning home with Bruce, rather than ever extending my tickets, and I will never again plan to travel back to the US on my own with a toddler. There is no way that trip would have been possible if one of us had been without the other. I question, once there are two children, whether Bruce will ever consent to another trip before the youngest is over the age of 4 (maybe 5!).
Once in NY, Ayva took a 3 hour nap and then slept for another 15 hours overnight...
Bruce and I are still recovering.