Thank you Southwest Airlines

Sarah and I want to say thank you to Southwest Airlines, and specifically, the pilots and crew of 12/27's flight 2748 from Las Vegas to Portland. They went above and beyond last night to help Ethan and us get home after a long, rough day.

By the time we boarded our last flight of the day, Ethan was tired and raw.  We'd been traveling for 12 hours.  During our three hour layover in Las Vegas, Ethan was over stimulated by all of the slot machines on the concourse, and he was stressed because he couldn't understand that kids weren't allowed to play those video games.

The minute we took our seats on the plane, Ethan started to escalate.  He didn't want to be on the plane.  He definitely, didn't want to have to stay in a seat belt.

I won't say he was yelling at the top of his lungs.  But if you've never heard how loud that is, you can be forgiven for thinking he was. He alternated between saying that he didn't want to be on the plane or in the seat belt and yelling "I want milk!" (The first time he's ever fixated on that.)

We boarded early and his tantrum continued well after everyone was seated.  His yelling could clearly be heard throughout the plane.  After about 5 minutes, one of the flight attendants came by to see if there was anything we needed. We asked for milk. Unfortunately, she said, they didn't carry any milk on the plane.  But she came back a couple minutes later with some water.

A couple of times, she came by and just quietly kneeled next to our seats.  The way she handled it was perfect.  She was clearly present and attentive but gave us the space we needed to work with Ethan.  At one point she asked, "Is he special needs." I nodded, "Yes." And she walked off to talk with the crew.

A few minutes later, I had started to think about everything that would be involved in removing Ethan from the plane, physically carrying him past all of the slot machines in the concourse and getting a hotel for the night.

I saw one of the pilots coming out of the cockpit and walking towards us and thought that we would certainly be asked to get off the plane and try again tomorrow.

Much to my surprise, the pilot stopped at the row in front of us and talked to a man just in front of Ethan's seat.

The man must have complained to the flight attendants a few times.  Because when the pilot approached him, the man said, "This situation is intolerable."

The man must have asked to have us removed from the plane, because the pilot said, "That child is going to Portland tonight."

The man repeated, "This situation is intolerable."

The pilot said, "Have some compassion." To which the man replied, "I have compassion, but this is intolerable."

The pilot simply looked at him and said quite firmly, "That child is going to Portland tonight."  His message was quite clear.

For three hours, we had been trying to keep Ethan on this side of a complete "stripping his clothes off meltdown".  By that point we were harboring our own doubts about whether we were going to make it. The pilot's message simultaneously quieted the man and gave Sarah and me the support and strength we needed to keep working with Ethan so we could get our family home.

A few minutes later, just as Ethan had started to calm, our flight attendant returned and handed us a pint of milk. "The captain went up and got this for you," she said.

Wow.

I don't think Ethan knew where the milk came from. He seemed as surprised by its appearance as we were.  The milk was just the distraction we needed to convince Ethan to take his meds.  And the milk calmed him as much as the meds.  Before too long he was stretched out between us with his seat belt on, watching a video.  And a few minutes after that we pushed back from the gate.

Once he was calm, he did a fantastic job throughout the flight. He was a model passenger,  We made it to Portland, and made it home with only a minor detour as Ethan decided he needed go shopping in the PDX airport.  (Ethan couldn't understand why dad wouldn't buy him that suitcase at Brookestone.  It was green and it was "perfect".)

So thanks Southwest.  Thanks for sticking by Ethan.  Thanks for giving us the time, and space and support to work with him and settle him down.  And thanks for the milk.

This was the first trip any of us had ever taken on Southwest.  Sarah's already told me that if I don't book our next trip on Southwest, I'd better have a damn good reason.

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Dawn Rodriguez said…
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Dawn Rodriguez said…
Thank you for posting about GOOD Experience on a plane! I too fly with Southwest and make it my regular airline because everyone there is so helpful & friendly and take great care to ensure my powrchair & I arrive safely & together at destination! Since I'm not ambulatory and travel alone, it's so very important to have my powerchair w/me at all times in order to get from taxi/curb through security and onward to the gate/restroom/gift shop & restaurants. Southwest allows me too use my powerchair Alll the Way to plane boarding and they help me to transfer from my chair to an "aisle transfer wheeled chair" and also transfer safely to plane seat in front 2-3 rows of plane. They even load myy carry-on items into the overhead compartment or under my seat (making sure that my necessary medications are nearby). Southwest's special care extends to even sitting me on my medical cushion and making sure my back support pillow is in place and comfortable before clicking on my seatbelt. ... So glad that Southwest continues to extend awesome care for passengers, and most especially for those of us with "special needs" who are stressed about travelling and unsure if/when airlines are considerate and compassionate to their needs. I'm impressed that the Pilot was stern and made that sure that the "intolerable" passenger knew that Ethan was going home. That's awesome and thoughtful for special delivery of milk!!
Sandi said…
So good to hear a positive story!