Our trip left me so happy and fulfilled that I knew the flights would not make me nervous again; especially after we got off the puddle-jumper. On the big plane, we had a great view; well in front of the wing. The person next to me was not psychotic!  I was so looking forwrd to the coffee. Ahhhhh.......but wait! A loud woman said something like, "Yes, we have eight. And my daughter has the stomach flu. Molly, do you have to throw up again? I'll get you a bag!"  Those words would be repeated throughout the fllight. The lady next to me exchanged glances with her husband across the aisle. They sat right behind us. My 9 yr. old son put his tray table down and put his head on it, as far away from them as he could. I assumed crash position. We put our hands over our ears. I picked then to break the news to Craig that the air is recirculated and we'd probably end up getting sick as it was, but the stomach flu is highly contagious and we were pretty much doomed. I told him that if I found that there was absolutely no way around taking a sick child on a plane, and I decided that I could live with the guilt, I wouldn't go announcing the situation to everybody! That coffee was not so appealing anymore. I was sure I was already coming down with it. Even before take-off she was announcing her plans to ring for the flight attendent as soon as we reached the appropriate altitude. Now the poor flight attendant had to be a nurse too. I thought about calling for an Air Marshall. Haven't we passengers learned anything? Aren't we supposed to be proactive in confronting threats to our safety? We should have grabbed some blankets, wrapped her up and stowed her in the overhead. Then she started getting out crackers.......she's going to re-load her!! Every time they said anything, we just stuck our heads in the back of the seat in front of us. I've got a great idea for a sequel to the movie, "Snakes on a Plane". It's even more terrifying! Watch for the trailers of "Barfing Molly on a Plane". At one point this loud lady said, "Sara, want to come over here?" I groaned and stuck my head in the seat. Craig said, "No, don't you remember, Molly's the sick one".  "They've all probably got it by now", I whined. We packed everything up and had everything in our hands, planning to bolt off that plane.

No, we didn't catch it.