Made It!

Nick traveled well on a brand spanking new Air India Boeing 777. Not the late 1970's 747 I was kind of hoping for, but not to worry. The trip-seven was spotless, and roomy, and a super-smooth ride. (Good going, Boeing!) Our plane was named the Pradesh something or other. Is it a new thing that airlines give individual names to their aircraft? I feel like I've only noticed that recently, but maybe I hadn't been paying attention.

Anyhoo, observations about traveling on a jumbo jet with a young pre-verbal.

I felt a general air of consideration was afforded us throughout the trip. Nothing extraordinary, just perhaps a watchful eye here and there, like when a flight attendant noticed that there were more babies than bassinet space at our original location and expedited a seat switch on our behalf. She did this without my prompting, and the traveler whom she displaced performed his part with alacrity. As a traveler, I now feel guilty for once being a snarling baby-hater. I will, as they say, pay it forward.

Nick drank a bit as we took off and showed no signs of discomfort. He'd stopped drinking by the time the landing gear was stowed, well in advance of reaching altitude, and still seemed unperturbed. So no air/ear pressure concerns.

About an hour into the flight an attendant came by with the baby bassinet. The bassinet itself is a rectangular, 22"x16" basket comprised of tubular metal frame, canvas cloth interior and wood bottom, and mattress. Each center section bulkhead can handle two bassinets, each side section can handle one. It affixes to the bulkhead by way of three locking screws and looks like this:
I think Nick took to it right away:

It being a night-flight and well past his bed time, he was only too happy to start catching some rack, pronto:...which allowed his dad the opportunity to enjoy dinner (a delicious Tandoori chicken with yogurt and salad), watch a movie on his laptop and relax with a Johnny Rocks.

Bon nuit.