Here is a little play by play of my traipsing across Southeast Asia (exaggeration for emphasis, stay with me here) with two very dependent children ALL BY MYSELF.
We left our home at ten a.m. and arrived in Bangkok at around 5 p.m. Not too bad, though we did change one time zone.
Our neighbor, J, helped put us in a taxi. I carried Bella in the Ergo (my newest bestest friend), a small backpack (lifesaver K!), a fold up stroller (carried on my shoulder or rolled), and Sophia in tow (with her own backpack).
We arrived at our local airport (which is new and and quite nice and is in the shape of a peacock, on purpose). I never really listen to the announcements in Chinese, but as soon as I heard the 'Sorry to inform you announcement' I went to the information desk. This is a small place, usually 1-2 flights coming around the same time in the morning and then it slows from there, maybe 5 flights a day, and to one place. The lady at the desk said due to 'fog/haze' my flight was not arriving to pick us up until
sometime after 12:30. Meaning, we wouldn't leave until 1:00 or after. Ut Oh. We have learned that the very uncertain: 'sometime after...' could mean ten minutes after or could mean tomorrow. That is just how it works. We had to be on an international flight from the capital at 3:20. I asked her again: 'so, what time will it arrive?' 'After 12:30.' And I explained our situation. This lady (who very well could have been an angel sent from God), told me she would check on things for me.
Ten minutes later she found my crew and me heading toward the bathrooms (Sophia did so awesome with the potty). She said she could get me on the other flight that would leave at noon. Go figure, one flight cannot make it due to fog but another can??? Do I even want to fly at this point? I was so thankful for this. We moved to the other waiting area which actually had a little outside part to it, it was perfect for the longer wait. The angel also brought us two meals (I was shocked, I have seen many delays but have never seen them serve food because of it. We usually pack sandwiches but since we were supposed to arrive in the capital right at lunch time and because my bag could not hold another thing, we had only small snacks). I did not eat much of my meal, but Sophia ate some of hers. At that time the lady told me that the other flight was actually coming earlier than expected, but that I could get on whichever one came first, not to worry. I thanked her profusely for all of her help. And we waited.
Many people talked with us, two men from up north were very polite, Sophia did not mind them. One of them complimented me on my Chinese (when you say one sentence you get a compliment, he was being polite), I replied by telling him it 'still is not okay' and that he spoke so fast I was could not understand him too well. His friend (who I could understand fine) laughed and said: 'yes, he does speak too fast.' I sighed with relief. He kind of reminded me of my friend Nikki from back home. Sometimes I would have to replay her messages to make sure I understood what she was saying (in English mind you.)
I nursed Bella, then fed her her solid food on the plane. We had the row to ourselves because they made the guy next to me move. This is because fyi, the right side of the plane only has enough oxygen masks per seat, while the left side has an extra one per row. Therefore if you are carrying an infant (without a full ticket), they need to be provided an oxygen mask. Instead of making all three of us move to a left side row, she moved the man, and made the one hour flight much better for me. Another gift.
No problems in the capital. Sophia had to go number two, which I knew would be my biggest dilemma all trip. But it was great timing, I wasn't carrying Bella, she was in the stroller. We were in a bit of hurry to check in but I searched for a clean handicap bathroom (western toilet). Note to anyone who cares: do not use western toilets in places where people are not used to using them. I never use them in this airport. They are always filthy and more than once I have seen people standing on them and squatting (because they don't care about closing the door, apparently), always go for the squatty. But I could not do that with Sophia and all her issues. The first handicap bathroom I came too was very clean, unbelievable. And we all could fit in it. No problems!
I thought I was in a hurry but no, not at all. Number of people checking in to fly to Bangkok: 0.
Yes, with all the instability and riots and closings of places, most people stayed away. This happened to be the best time to fly to Bangkok all by myself with two little ones. Thirty people. I counted. That is how many people flew. Why in the world did they just not cancel the flight? No idea, but I was so glad. While waiting we were very hungry. Early afternoon and not much lunch, so I searched the place for something decent to eat. Easy, and clean. I just could not handle giving Sophia hot noodles without a table, etc. So, in the very back of the duty free shop I found one lonely box of saltines and 3 small bags of peanut M&Ms. Perfect. Sophia and I ate crackers and chocolate for lunch. (I did not give her that much chocolate). Bella fell asleep in the stroller.
Then all of sudden Sophia says she has to go 'poo poo.' And the look. I grabbed her, held her tight against me, I grabbed my backpack (no one there to watch it), left Sophia's backpack of toys, on purpose, and pushed the sleeping baby as quickly as I could while carrying Sof on my hip. We made it in time, and...wait for it...she 'didn't have any' (poop). WHAT? '(deep breath, very calmly): 'Sophia you just said you had to go, you go poop and I will give you more M&Ms).' Shameless, I know, but it worked. I just could not handle the drama that moment entailed again, not alone. We happily went back to wait, Sophia's toys present and accounted for.
The flight to Bangkok was empty so that was awesome. It still is hard to feed Bella solids on an airplane, as she wants to move around. She sat at my feet (in bulkhead), and played while I ate, and then I held her to feed her. Sophia wanted to sleep so we moved to a back row to spread out, and She slept great the last 45 minutes of the two hour flight.
The only other time I needed help was on the bus that carried us from the plane to the terminal, it was a huge step down that Sophia could not make. I had all my stuff and Bella on my front. So someone just picked up Sophia's other arm and we both lowered her down. Customs and everything else was fine (because who in their right mind is flying to Bangkok). And guess who was waiting for us??? A bit unexpected, David made it there to greet us. He had a doctor's appt and wasn't sure if he would be out in time, but he was! Reunited at last.
The trip was fine, obviously. But I did vow to only do it again by myself under the following circumstances (big smile):
- the children can each feed them selves unassisted
- the children can each use the bathroom unassisted
- the children can entertain themselves
- the children can walk unassisted
- the children can fill out all their own forms
- the children can carry all their own stuff