There were tons of sticky moments too. Bella just couldn't get comfortable enough to sleep on the long leg of our trip (or the short leg). She got about 3.5 hours of sleep the entire travel time. It's better than nothing but not nearly enough to keep her happy. During the first flight I was walking Bella around the isles and returned to our seats to find Addie's empty. She had come looking for us and one of the flight attendants had scooped her up and enlisted her help with passing out immigrations forms. During our layover in Japan I left our passports and tickets at the front desk of the business class lounge. Luckily they were returned to me before I even realized I had left them. These are the sorts of mistakes that are made when you are strung out with adrenalin for 20 plus hours. Thank goodness Bella decided to have her poop of the day in that same lounge in the kiddie play room. I didn't have to wrestle her into a clean diaper at 30,000 feet. The sweet flight attendants kept refilling my wine glass to help me get through the flight. The only way to fly from SE Asia to the West Coast of the US is a little tipsy. Too bad I had to stay sober! I was peed on twice, vomited on, covered in ube flavored (purple) ice cream, and a little ripe with airplane stink by the time we arrived in the Pacific Northwest. I didn't sleep a wink on the plane so I almost fell over with exhaustion as we waited for the computer system to boot up at the immigration lines in Portland. I was definitely done with the trip by that time and couldn't believe that we were having to wait in our longest line of the day at the very end of our trip. I could see our bags going around the baggage carousel and feel the hot shower that awaited me at my parent's house. Waiting was not what I wanted to be doing.
We made it but I am vowing to make our return trip to Manila the last time I go it alone. It's definitely not an experience I would recommend.
Yay for this welcome sign!