When my kids were infants, the last 1hr flight left em cranky and tired. At midnight, the cabin lights were dim and my son was wailing. My wife and I felt so bad for him and the fellow passengers as we tried desperately to comfort him. I vividly recall looking up and seeing quite a few weary, yet smiling faces as folks quietly supported us. That moment has stayed with me, and if you have a crying infant on a plane you'll get nothing but quiet support from me.

I get it. I guarantee you, though, that Linda is having a much, much worse time than you are with the baby.

Nothing like being at ground zero and having nothing work and everyone on the plane judge you.

My kids were pretty good as infants on planes, but every peep they make makes you feel like major inconvenience