The result of the stupidest thing I’ve ever done

Posted on Aug 15, 2012 | 8 comments

So, last week, I did something really dumb. So stupid it left me stranded at Heathrow Airport, in the middle of the Olympics with two children under-4 screaming for food.

There is no pacifier in the world big enough to stop up that situation.

I had just laid the disabled daughter card on the desk of the ticket agent for Delta. The ticket agent didn’t look moved. Not by that, or the tears I struggled to hold back. I knew what missing that flight meant. It meant I wasn’t going home to see my family. My family who I hadn’t seen in seven months.

Turns out there are worse things than traveling on a long-haul flight with a disabled toddler and a one-year old. There is not traveling at all.

The ticket agent excused himself to speak with his supervisor. He left me for almost a half-hour. When he returned, I was convinced I wasn’t getting on any plane, ever. But, instead he said, “My supervisor has prioritized you.”

I gasped. “What does that mean?”

“That means you will be traveling on next flight.”

It meant more than that. Originally, Delta had put us in their bulkhead row at no extra cost. We shouldn’t have to pay, but airlines usually argue with me about it because people pay good money for those seats. Delta put us on the flight and gave us their Extra Comfort seats. Not bulkhead, but still more room and bigger seats.

I broke down in tears.

May also broke down in tears. She screamed non-stop (no exaggeration) for the next two hours. It was unbearable and made all the worse by Heathrow security who insisted I eat from four baby food pouches and even May’s medically prescribed formula. This has never happened before.

“It’s prescribed from a doctor,” I told her, while I held a hysterical May. “I can’t open it because I can’t risk it spoiling. I need every bottle of it to last.”

“You drink it, or it stays here,” she said, sharply.

I stood in front of her, with an airport disabled escort for May next to me and the prescription from my doctor in my hand. I drank the milk and I ate the baby food and I told her how idiotic it was. She took her break immediately following meeting me.

The flight was the worst I’ve had yet. Two children under-4, one disabled and one who wants to crawl, does not make for an easy flight. But, I didn’t care.

Perspective. That’s what my stupid mistake brought me.

Didn’t read Part One? Click here: Of all the stupid things I’ve done, this is the dumbest.


  1. omg i am so glad got on the plane! I had my fingers crossed for you.

    hope you’re there now and enjoying your time with you’re family. xx

  2. How…totally…that security agent. Rent a cop. I’m speechless.

    I hope that when you landed, and got settled, that you had a large cup of something alcoholic.

    • Three cheers to that.

  3. I’m glad it (mostly) worked out ok. You’ve got to wonder what that security guard thought you might be planning – sounds like she was having a bad day and decided to take it out on somebody else :/

    • In the past security has asked me to taste one thing – not four or five – but they always let me give it to May. When I tried that this time, she said, “I said YOU not her.”

      She was a lovely person.

  4. Yay! So glad you made it home. Welcome back! Hope you have a lovely holiday with your family.

  5. Really glad you got home in the end! Worst thing about living ‘abroad’ for me is not seeing family. I got asked to taste something for the first time at security today – glad it was hummus, not a face pack 😛

  6. I’m sorry but It’s only baby food. I don’t think she had a bad day, I think she was cheeky and difficult as well.

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