Quick story,
I once boarded a plane in Bangkok, headed Tokyo, Seattle, Toronto, with refueling stops that’s something over 18hrs of flight time. When boarding I noticed a set of Indian baby girl twins, still babes in arms, in care of two (non parents), they were being delivered for adoption, and another couple with toddler.
Those twins fussed and cried a considerable time, every take off, and often in between. Which often set off the other child, as the airline had cleverly seated them all together where there was floor space for them to play. I am certain that everyone on that plane, every time it stopped to refuel, hoped they’d reached their destination and would not be reboarding. But, no, there they were again. The babies were being rocked and soothed in every known fashion, but still they fussed and cried - a lot.
At one point, Mom of toddler had gone to the loo. Child began to wail before she had locked the door, for his Mama. As desperately as he tried, the father could not console the child. Of course, here comes the refreshment cart, now positioned between Mom and screaming child who can see, but not reach, Mom. Several hours into the flight, people are growing weary of it, to be sure.
The flight attendant, without hesitation, stopped beverage service, whipped the cart out of the way and let Mom through. For which she received a round of well deserved applause!
This kind of long plane travel is trying on everyone; us, them. The entire long journey I saw nothing but sympathy and understanding on the faces of the passengers I shared that plane with. No one was snarky or sneery, if they were being harshly judgmental they managed to conceal it. Knowing looks were exchanged, in a, "this is one for the books’ kind of thing.
And you know what? No one died. Everyone had the best screaming baby story for all time, to share. Everyone seemed to understand, the way adults sometimes can, if they try, that the people transporting these children were doing all they could, and we could hardly expect more.
Once in Toronto, after collecting our bags, we headed to the minibus ground transportation we would take to our city, two hours away. Imagine our surprise, when we got to the counter and there, in the waiting area were the twin girls and their handlers. Without anger, or bitterness, before purchasing our tickets I quietly asked the man if they would be in our minibus, were they going our way? (Tired as I was, I was prepared to wait till the next bus. I wasn’t mad, but I know my limits!) No they were headed to Erie!
It was a big plane, filled with people, who all some how survived. Without being rude, or hurtful to people who were struggling to do their best in difficult circumstances.
Now whenever I hear people whine on and on about such a trivial thing, I am reminded of that journey. I don’t think babies or parents have changed. I am inclined to think the mean spirited, small minded, whiners are over reproducing, however. But maybe that’s just me.