The 4 older children were up early for breakfast on Tuesday morning and Brendon headed off with them just after 6:30 to get them to the airport with Michelle for their flight at 8:45. He was back home by 9:30 and the children landed in Auckland just after 10 (amazing how quick flying is). It was nice to get to chat to Michelle in the afternoon and hear that the flight went well. Hezekiah had a bit of a struggle after the flight with all the new things, but it was, I am sure, aggravated by tiredness from the early start. It was nice to know he had already adjusted and was already having a great time. Brendon and I then got our packing done by lunch time so that Asher could go down for her nap, as her cot is in our room. We then got the hand luggage sorted and even had time to watch a program and enjoy some popcorn. I had felt so strange leaving our packing to the day we left, but had more than enough time. I am not used to a quiet house with just one child to care for. I was thankful that my energy levels were back to normal as I had been quite concerned yesterday with how drained I was feeling and now having to face over 30 hours of traveling.
I even got the last load of washing done that I had planned for the morning (Asher's nappies). She found a different way to help me today. I made some bacon and cheese wraps for our on-the-road-dinner and only had a couple of dishes to still wash when Steve picked up up to take us to the airport.
I was really thankful to have this first flight over with and know that even with being so very tired, the flight itself did not cause any seizure activity. We then had a mad rush to get to our next flight. The air traffic controller had made our first flight wait to land as we had arrived early but ended up landing later than expected. We should have had an hour and 15 minutes between the flights but the next flight was doing a final call 20 minutes early. Thankfully the airport bus arrived just as we got outside, to take us to the next terminal, and then we almost ran to our next gate (not a full on run as we didn't want to bounce Asher too much). To add to this they print random checks on the tickets to do extra screening and my ticket had been selected. They said they would let the plane know that we were on our way, but it was not nice to hear our names being called out. Brendon said it sounded like they would be taking our luggage off the plane if we didn't arrive soon. So it was a mad dash and rather stressful.
What made up for it though was that the plane was not at all full and this made the flight a bit easier than it would have been if every seat was taken.
So the flight went really well. Asher had gotten tired again before landing so I had her asleep on the sling. After discussion with a senior flight attendant it was made clear that the sling and her position were not the issue, just that she must have the seat belt on. So Brendon and I manged to get her belt on without waking her and we had a wonderful landing. Not only because she just slept through it, but because I had that window seat and got to see so much. It was great. Brendon had come to LA over 20 years ago, so he could tell me about some things (and he could also get to see over my shoulder).
LAX is a bit of a pain with transfers, but after that landing I was so pleased we had the transfer here. It was a great experience. One thing that stood out for me was that for most of the suburbs, there was not much garden on the properties and Brendon said that was quite common. It made me so thankful for our upbringing in Pretoria (where most people have a big garden and a swimming pool) and for the upbringing our children can have in rural Canturbury. God's creation is so beautiful, and to even have that bit of green around you is a real blessing. We had a 2 hour 35 min layover here and the first hour and a bit just went so quickly. Brendon was concerned we would be really rushed again. Thankfully Asher slept I the sling for a while after the flight too. So waiting in the long line at the passport check point was not too stressful. They checked passports (and visa which we had done digitally) and adults had to have both hands fingerprints taken a swell as a photo. I was glad he didn't even ask to see Asher's face, so she could be left to sleep.
In LAX you have to collect your luggage and then take it to the transit luggage drop off. We were thankful this went quickly, and then we headed to the shuttle service to get a bus to the terminal we would leave from. We were even more pleased that going through security went as quickly as it did. We had Asher's medication with us (which includes liquids) and so I had anticipated having to unpack that bag a few times on the trip, and most definitely expected it here. We ended up not having to even open the bag once on the whole trip.
First there was a passport check point and the lady took ages to read through all the details on the tickets and the passports. I think she got a bit confused as Brendon and Asher's passport numbers only differet by 2 digits (they were issued so close together), so I think she did extra checking because of that. This was when Asher woke up, but I was able to keep her in the sling and just move her so she was sitting facing forward. Then it was on to luggage scanning ect. We ended up having a family with a few children in front of us and they had food and liquid in a number of their bags (having clearly not read the instructions about liquids and food) and I wonder if that made our little medicine box look so neat and tidy on the x-Ray. It was a blessing to be able to go through that part relatively quickly. The longest part of that was Brendon having to take his shoes off (everyone over 12 had to have their shoes go through the X-ray) and that I had to be checked differently as I had Asher on me. The body scanner here was quite intimidating. Brendon (and everyone else without a baby in arms) had to stand with his feet on the marks (more than should width apart), and put his hands up above his head. The scanner would then go all the way around. So I was wondering what I was in for. It ended up being just a simple swab on each of my hands.
The next section was very time consuming though and made me realize how tired I was. It was a quick section for those over 12 with a new passport as you just look at a camera and scan your passport. With us having Asher we had to join the long line. Added to this, when we got to the front, eventually, we were told we needed a form for each of us. Someone was off their post and a number of people found themselves in the same situation. So I stood to the side and filled these in while Brendon walked with Asher. It was incredible how much effort it took me to write down names, passport number and our street address. I was thankful when it was done.
I had hoped to get Asher to nurse for take off, but she decided it was time for milk as soon as we started taxiing. By the time we actually got to take off she had drank from both sides and didn't want to nurse any more. Thankfully she didn't seem to struggle with the take off, so we were very thankful for this.
The flight was again not very full and so Shirley and her mother immediately moved the the row behind us which was empty.
Brendon spotted just one more empty row further back and quickly grabbed that for us. We manged to use this for most of the flight too, allowing Asher and me or Brendon to fully lie down and sleep. Not even 2 hours into our first sleep, a man next to us started playing drums with a plastic cup on his table. It was so loud that it woke Asher and I and I could not get her back to sleep. So it was a long flight, with her awake for most of it. (Although this probably helped with getting into the new time zone).
Eventually with about 3 hours to go I was feeling really ill. I was exhausted but more importantly, I was starving. They had given us dinner soon after take off (we left LA at 5:20pm local time) and they just saw it as a flight through the night, servings breakfast an hour before landing. This was not helpful for all of us who had so recently just gotten off a "flight through the night". We had all been awake for ages and with it being and 11 and a half hour flight, you can image how hungry we were. They also had no baby food (even though a baby meal hand been booked for Asher) and they didn't even have 1 peace of fruit on the flight. They had a few packets of pretzels and biscuits, but with all three of us off wheat, we couldn't even enjoy that little snack.
Our sleeping row had been used by someone else earlier but thankfully he was up now and so I took Asher so we could get some sleep. It was such a huge blessing to wake over an hour later as breakfast was being served.
Again, there was no meal for Asher, so Brendon and I kept some of our food for her. Brendon was so hungry by this stage that he just ate the bread roll that came with his meal. (At that stage there was nothing else we could do, but I do wonder about that roll because Brendon had a bad headache early the next morning. Thankfully his migraine tablet and a couple more hours sleep did help his head feel better.)
Asher had been woken when I woke for breakfast but she was still exhausted so she slept in Brendon's arms while I had my gluten free breakfast (special requests being brought out first). We only ordered one of these so that the meals would come at different times, this made it easier with Asher.
Once I was done Brendon got to eat his. Asher continued to sleep peacefully and I thought I would try to get her to nurse as we landed to help with her ears. She woke crying with the start of the decent though. I got her belt on at this stage and at one point I felt my ears pop. It must have helped Asher's ears feel a bit better because she finally stopped crying for a few seconds and I could get her to start nursing. This helped with the rest of the decent and the landing.
As this post is now more than long enough, I will leave our arrival in Munich for the next one.