I boarded the plane for San Francisco yesterday with Bridget in my arms and arrived at my seat - a window way in the back.
You could see people smile and then sigh with relief as I passed by their row in the super crowded plane.
"That's a mighty cute baby," a man said, looking up from his Kindle as I waited for people to put their bags in the bins and find their seats.
"We'll see how cute she is in a few hours," I joked.
I arrived at my seat and sat down with the baby, stuffing my bag under the seat, and tugging at the broken window shade with my 2-year-old toddler manicure I forgot to fix.
I tucked my free Wifi card that I optimistically grabbed from the GoGo Flight guy at the gate into my seat pocket hoping I'd get a chance to do some work and finish up a column I'd been writing in my head for the past few days.
The woman next to me in the middle seat pulled out her Elle Decor magazine and started tapping away at her iPhone with her beautifully manicured fingers, two of which were weighed down by large diamonds.
"I'm in the back in the middle seat stuck next to a ..." she typed. I could see what she was writing.
She spoke to the man on the aisle seat about her investments and her work and the Wall Street movie they both watched.
She flashed her fancy platinum American Express card that she pulled from her Tory Burch clutch wallet.
I nursed and slept and nursed and slept. Bouncing, holding, reading a hilarious post interrupted by bouncing and holding.
"Oh, if you need to go to the bathroom or something, I can, you know, hold the baby," she said, reluctantly, as if she knew it was what she should say.
"Thanks," I smiled. I'd sooner give her to a polar bear, I wanted to say.
Then she went back to reading and watching and chatting, all the time looking at Bridget every time she seemingly got too close - waiting for her to burst into tears so she could say "THIS is why I don't like babies! SEE!"
It never happened.
I waited until the man was awake and the lady was done eating her cheese plate that she ate with a knife and fork like it was a roast duck.
I returned to my seat after standing with the baby for awhile, and noticed the man had plugged in one of this headphones in the double jack. I was surprised that he got it to work and asked him about it.
"Sure, it works. But only on one side!" They both laughed as I sat down.
Silly mom. With her little baby.
The two bid each other good-bye. No words to me as I waited for everyone to deplane before I got up.
We took the same elevator to baggage claim, and as she walked to get her bag she saw me as I met the driver holding a sign with my name.
I pulled my sunglasses down from my head.