Hunter, at 3 years and 5 months, was excited about the flight. And I mean, EXCITED. My vehicle lover was delighted to be sitting inside an air craft, and busied himself checking everything out. He was wayyyy more interested than during our last flight. Hilariously, before we got on the plane, I said,
“Hunter, you’ll be able to sleep on the plane once you have your lunch.”
To which he responded, “Don’t worry Mummy. I put my seat allll the way back, and I lie down and sleep.”
The kid had remembered that during our last long-haul flight (to Copenhagen), we’d flown Business class with flat-bed seats!!! Haha! I had to break it to him gently that Economy class is different, but he’d still survive just fine.
And he did.
The kid was a blimmin’ CHAMPION. If there was an award for Best Long Haul Flier, I’d slap it on his forehead. For both to/from flights, he was as angelic and perfect as a kid could be – Chris and I were in awe. Hunter simply chilled back, watched a movie, then popped a pillow on the arm rest and fell asleep. For hours. Then he’d wake up, eat his meal, then watch a movie or sleep again. Sat in his seat the entire time (except for toilet breaks), without fidgeting or being annoying. Zero fuss, zero whining, zero anything. IT WAS SO BIZZARE.
And I’d be totally gloating and smug-faced about the fact that we brought on board an Angel… except that we’d also brought on board….. the Devil.
Carter, at 1 years and 22 months, was a certified BASKETCASE. He is already an active kid, and it ramped to throttle-me-and-die levels onboard. He had ants in his pants!!! He couldn’t keep still! When he was awake, he’d only be placated with watching Turbo (on the iPad mini), a ton of snacks, or running up and down the aisles. Obviously we had no choice but to give in to all of that.
But then, when it came to nap time, he went off his rocker. He couldn’t figure out how to sleep! He only ever sleeps in the stroller or his bed, so he kept calling out “stroller” and couldn’t settle. Chris ended up having to carry him (kicking and screaming) on his shoulder for 20-30mins each time, before he’d simply crash from tiredness. At least he’d knock out afterwards.
Anyway, here we are. Chris and I swapped hot seats (ie. sandwiched between the two kids) every so often. Frankly, both actually slept a LOT during the 11 hour flight each way. But, we slept ZERO because we were too busy watching over them.
Post flight(s), both kids had near-nil jet lag, much to my surprise. There was zero jet lag in Greece, and the only evidence of jet lag back in Singapore is the kids sleeping for solid 13-hour stretches every night since we’ve been home. Massive!
Hunter was still a champion post-flight(s), and would just sleep on cue, with zero fuss… and wake up the next morning on cue.
Carter lost all sense of falling asleep by himself (which he normally is excellent in), and needed someone to sit in the room so he could sleep. And he often woke up a couple of times through the night screaming – I felt sorry for Hunter who was sleeping right next to him, and somehow managed to sleep/ignore it all!
In general, we emerged okay. Mostly thanks to the fact that Hunter needed no attention and provided no issues whatsoever. But then I read back in my blog that Hunter was awful at travelling back when he was Carter’s age – so there is hope for Carter yet!!