And not having disposables was not a concern at all.Â I wasn’t at all worried about the lack of plastic diapers for Henry because I had the following to worry about:
lack of cat litter for the cat
leaving 20 minutes later than planned for the airport
having WAY too much carry-on stuff to lug around
I packed what I thought was very reasonably and smartly.Â I took pictures that I’ll post later, and overall it wasn’t too bad of a packing job but it could have been better and I intend to improve for the flight home (which will be much easier without the cat, but still).
Our first flight was delayed one hour - we got to the airport on time for it, but sat at the gate for an hour thinking “hmm, if I had known it was going to be delayed I would have stopped and gotten some cat litter for this cat.”Â Delia, my four year old, was anxious to go and anxious to let the cat out of its carrier (which we did, which was nervewracking).Â Henry was being cute and crawling around attempting to drool on strangers, but I didn’t let him.Â I did lug everything into a bathroom during this time and discovered the toilets were so weirdly shaped that the Baby Bjorn Toilet Trainer wouldn’t fit (they were those kind with the plastic covers that slip around the seat automatically).Â It was then that I decided I would change Henry when wet, that I wasn’t going to lug everything into any more tiny bathroom stalls.
With the first flight delayed, we missed our connection.Â It was in Memphis (not Atlanta as I thought, which doesn’t matter at all).Â We were stuck in Memphis for over four hours until the next flight to Tampa.Â We got some sandwiches with our meal vouchers and camped out on the floor by our gate.Â I changed Henry when he was wet, most of the time underneath his loose-fitting pants, just sticking my hands down.Â I thought it was pretty modest of me not to pull his pants down, and I was impressed with myself for thinking of it.
I put a PULpad down for the kitten and tried to tell her to pee, but she had no idea.Â The kitten didn’t pee for over 13 hours.Â Or, if she did, she licked it all up?Â The carrier she was in doesn’t smell at all like pee.Â I was very impressed by this.
I ended up with 6 wet EC Pants I think.Â I never once wished I had disposables on Henry.Â Â I never attempted to let him pee into a wet bag.Â I had a lot of other stuff going on.Â Perhaps I could have packed a bit lighter for carry-on if I had just had 3-4 disposables, but it wasn’t too bad.Â I consolidated two bags into one before my first flight, and that helped.Â I plan to get a better carry-on piece of luggage that will hold everything I need and has wheels.Â That will help tremendously.
Even though it wasn’t what I’d call fun, I’d do it again in a heartbeat.Â As a control freak, it’s somewhat freeing being so completely powerless to do ANYTHING about my situation.Â I took the delays laughingly, let most everything go (like the huge mess of crumbs I left on the floor in Memphis) and enjoyed the day with my kids and a cute, cute kitten.