
To the mother who had a crying baby on my flight,
I felt my entire body shift as soon as I saw you stumble onto the plane with your adorable puffy-cheeked baby.
His eyes were swollen and inflamed.
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As you slowly moved past me, I didn't feel relief. I felt pangs of guilt. When your little boy belted his first chorus of cries, I didn't feel resentment. I felt guilty.
Guilty for grimacing. Guilty for looking down at my phone. Guilty for not making a noise when one flyer sighed long and loudly while looking at you.
As your baby cried and cried and cried, I couldn't help but feel so terribly guilty.
Your exact same situation happened to my sister just a year before while she was flying to visit me.
I had begged her to bring her daughter so I could meet her. I'd told her the baby would be fine and settled for the flight. I'd reassured my sister that everything would be okay, but I'd heard that the baby cried the entire flight.