No seriously there was air.

This past weekend Trav, Sam, and I traveled to Denver with our friends Skye & Craig and Taylor & Katie. Skye's parents were kind enough to let us travel in their plane which is a 6 seater prop jet. It is a small plane but quite a nice one.

For those of you who know me, know that I am not a fan of flying. I also dislike roller coasters. For all intensive purposes I am a wet blanket. I am the one who watches on the sidelines getting nauseous watching you ride while plummeting to your death screaming "Faster faster! Put your hands in the air!". Knowing this about myself I come prepared with anti-nausea medication. Anytime I travel in any kind of situation whether it be as mundane as traveling by car or as crazy as a donkey I am armed with it in my purse. Back to the plane.

My dad takes us to the Portland airport where we meet Skye, her husband Craig, and her parents out on the tarmac. We do our "Hellos" and "Goodbyes" and load up to take off. I am nervous about the flight because we have Sam and I hope he is going to be able to pop his ears and not scream the entire way to Roseburg and then onto Denver. I get him nursing and we take off and things are going smoothly and there is a little turbulence but it's fine. I am only slightly nervous that the plane will go down. We get to Roseburg and our other two traveling companions Taylor & Katie join us. Things are going great and I am amazed that I haven't had to take any drugs. This is the time when Craig says something in passing about the crazy turbulence we will experience while going over the Rockies. What? I try to laugh it off and think that he is over exaggerating on how bad it will be since I am a nervous flier.

I have forgotten to mention that I do not have the stomach to witness anyone vomiting. I can clean up after it has happened but watching it happen makes me join in the fun. Just the thought of someone potentially going o vomit sends my stomach on a loop in sympathy pains. We take off and Taylor, who has an iron stomach, mentions to the group about 10 minutes after we are in the air that he is not feeling so well. I start to panic because I put the drugs into the diaper bag which is now stowed far behind me and is not easy to get to. Katie carries some with her because one of their daughters has a similar problem. She offers drugs to Taylor and I and we take them. I also find out that Craig is also not good with bodily functions of that nature. Fantastic. Here we are on a small plane with at least two people who will follow suit if Taylor tosses his cookies. What a fun flight this quickly turns into.

Now I am a nervous wreck that Taylor is going to be ill. I can't politely excuse myself and leave the room to get away from him and fear I will soon be super sick as well as start a horrible chain reaction. The pill kicks in and I am quickly in dreamland all the time am aware that we keep having turbulence. I finally come two and am awake enough to be a part of the group chatter and notice Taylor is quite green and sitting next to me. Ohhhhh. I ask if we have cleared the Rockies and have been informed that we are, not by the pilot but by my husband. I believe him. This was a mistake.

Soon after that conversation the pilot turns around to inform us that we will be starting our decent and to make sure we are buckled up. This is a normal procedure so I don't think much of it. We are, remember, past the worst of the turbulence. I start to nurse Sam again to help with his ears and as I get him latched we start having some bumps . Ok, this is not so bad and I can handle this. Good! I am starting to conquer my fear! I am awesome!

The first real drop out of the air hit and I came slightly unglued. Sam flew off the breast, I am on the brink of screaming, and to make matters worse Taylor has reached for a barf bag. I look around the cabin and at this point everyone is attaching their chest harnesses. Great! I would like to put mine on. Oh...one can not do this while nursing a baby and experiencing extreme turbulence and petrifying fear. I wish at that point someone would have broken the safety glass and hit me over the head with a mallet.

I have never been so freaked out in all my life! I am gripping Sam in hopes that he doesn't go flying to the cockpit and scare the pilot. My arm has also become one with the window casing since it is the only thing I can hold onto to try to steady myself. Everyone with the exception of Taylor and myself is laughing and enjoying the "Fun". Over the next few minutes I think there was nothing but air between my cheeks and the seat. Travis, out of the blue, starts singing at the top of his lungs to try to distract Taylor and myself. This works. We are all singing anything Travis can think up to sing. The theme song to Fresh Prince of Bell Air, Little Boxes, something by the Beatles, and then in a stroke of genius Travis starts to sing Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.

I can only hope that the pilot couldn't hear because non of us can sing well. After singing all the verses poorly and begging to be let off the ride we touched down on the runway. Thank the lord! We made it in one piece and I was never so happy to see asphalt in all my life. I think it is safe to say that I will not be getting on a plane again anytime soon. I don't care if it takes 5 days to drive that will be the rout I take.