I’m not sure if you’ve ever been to the bathroom on an airplane but it’s small, quite small.  You walk in, take a half turn, sit down, stand up, take another half a turn, wash your hands, take a step to the side and exit :)  David, Mia and I went on a retreat with my Mom in Ohio and on the second flight, I was holding Mia and she had quite a few “putt, putts” as my mother in law puts it.  Lately if we don’t change those diapers, it’s full on blow out, and nobody wants that, especially on a small airplane.  I leaned forward cause David was in the seat in front of me and asked him if he thought I should try and go change her, we both decided I probably should.  So I walked into the bathroom with Mia, did our half turns and luckily there was a small fold down changing table.  We did our thing and as I was about ready to leave we hit some hard core turbulence.  I held Mia with one arm, pressed my back against the wall and tired to stable us with the other arm.  I went to unlock the door a few times but couldn’t quite balance myself, when I finally did unlock the door, it flapped open and then closed a few times.  I felt surprisingly calm but still a little scared, but when I looked up, it was the most enduring moment as I saw four to five men looking back at the bathroom because they all knew I was in there with the baby.  As I started walking down the isle everyone was grabbing my arms to steady me and Mia, helping us back to our seat, I genuinely needed that help to get back to my seat and I felt very grateful for it.  I feel like I never want to be in a moment of “need”, feel helpless, but in this case, I needed help and got it, and I was so blessed by it.