The night before our flight to visit relatives in Michigan, I didn't sleep. Granted, the baby was up like normal, more so because of teething and a growth spurt. But this insomnia was caused by preventative trouble shooting and a mental checklist of what to do if Baby B had a full blown melt down in the middle of our flight. Thankfully, my aunt had had the wherewithal to book us a nonstop which cut down on the amount of time B would have to get overly tired and turn into Oscar the Grouch. And since I would be traveling by myself with him, the shorter flight was MUCH appreciated.
The mental conversation at 3am went a little like this: