I decided to overcome the fear of traveling with an infant alone and booked a flight on Tuesday leaving the next day (yesterday) to meet hubs in Chicago. Baby girl and I are tired but doing well and she didn’t cry once on the flight, instead she smiled and cooed at everyone instead of sleeping. Everyone adored her 🙂 Success or just good luck? I don’t care, I’ll take it! (P.S. Noteworthy life first – changing a poopie diaper at 32,000 feet in mild turbulence).