I flew with my two-month-old son, who cried constantly during the flight: my neighbor didn’t like it, and then he suddenly did this… 
That day, I had to board the plane with my two-month-old son. My husband was in another city, and we were flying to him together. I had no other help — no relatives or friends nearby. The six-hour flight felt like an eternity.
My baby, usually calm and quiet, was irritated that day — maybe because of the pressure, the noise, or simply tiredness. He cried often, couldn’t sleep, and I held on with all my strength not to cry along with him.
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