Nothing could have made it worse!

I don't think I ever want to fly on a plane ever again!
Ya know those experiences you hear about that happen on airplanes that you might think "hey that won't ever happen to me?"....well I guess it can happen to me!

I was flying alone back here to Oregon with Sam last night. First I should mention she has been sick the last few days with a cough and a continuing runny nose, and also I did not bring extra clothes for her on the plane (that should also be noted).
It was in the last 30-40 minutes that all hell broke loose for me. Sam had been standing on the floor leaning against the chair and it was that time where we had to sit with our seatbelts on as we descended. Well, Sammy wasn't having any of that. She started freaking out! I have never heard her cry like that before and she would not sit still no matter what I tried. This was NOT my child! I had to put my leg in between her two legs and even then that wasn't working well. It was a completely full flight, so the guy next to me couldn't help but pity me, much like everyone else on the plane, and right before she started to really freak out I got a terrible bloody nose for a good 5 minutes or so.
After a few minutes of freaking out, she pooped her pants really badly (while still freaking out) and then because she couldn't calm down combined with the fact that her throat was a bit clogged from being sick.....she threw up..a few times..everwhere! And I couldn't take her to the bathroom because we were 5 minutes from landing. So after she threw up I pushed the call button, and the attendant came up all huffy saying "is there something you wanted we are trying to land?" and I was like, "well yes thank you, I have throw up in my hands, could I trouble you for a napkin?" I had used almost all the rest of the wipes for my bloody nose.
Luckily for me, I had my jacket for most of the throw up to go into, and some on her sweater which I was able to put into the black dirty clothes bag the lady gave me. Unfortunately she still had puke on her shirt and pants, and since I didn't have extra clothes for her I ended up having to take off my long sleeved maternity shirt and put it on her. And lucky for me, I had one of those unflattering undershirts that are only supposed to be worn under clothes, but really I had no other choice. I already looked terrible enough as it was and she needed it worse than I did.
Well we finally did land, and I had a backpack full of bloody tissues from my nose, and a sack of puky clothes. We were also in the almost very back of the plane so I had to wait to get off as well. I was so tired at this point I could barely pick her up to cuddle her and take her off the plane, and I couldn't get someone to help me pick up her stroller that they leave for you right off the plane so I was struggling to pick that up as well, and I was trying to keep it together emotionally. Sam had also kicked me a couple of times in my stomach while I was fighting with her and I felt very sore from that.
Dave was waiting for us right there at the gate and when he saw the state we were in, and I saw him, I completely lost it and burst into tears.....more people staring....yaddy yaddy yadda. I had him take her to the bathroom to change her poopiness that ended up going up her back while I went to the bathroom myself and cried in the stall for 10 minutes.
I guess the comforting thing is that I will never see these people again...I hope!

And of course our bags were the last to come through.....
Best I can figure is the pressure was making her head feel like it was going to explode because she was so stuffed up while we were descending.
This is not one of those experiences that I will look back on and laugh!!......not at all.