Liam at 10,000 feet

So here I am into our third hour of our flight and going into our last 45 minutes as the Captain announces that we will begin our descend into Newark airport.  As he finishes with his announcement, that annoying tone goes off and so does Liam my 9-month-old son.  Drama begins people; so being the second time Liam flies and figuring that the first time was smooth, this one would be too. Boy was I wrong, the weather sucked and here he goes.  The crying begins, I begin to go through protocol. I take out the rattle toy “nada”, then the squeaky one “nada”, and the full proof toy the straw “nada”.   OH!!!! Did I mention we were in first class, so Liam is a good 5 minutes into his crying and beads of sweat have formed on my forehead.  Let me tell you, if looks could kill, especially from the lady in seat 6B.  I'm fighting not to tell all the overly serious United Elite members the following, “I know my son is crying, I know it is not the most pleasant sound in the world.  That I’m sweating as I try to figure out what is wrong with him.”    So after my mind freak out, I get up, walk to the front...

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