Adventures in travelling

Well I have no pictures to post with this, but they probably wouldn't be good ones anyway. On Friday Mayson and I flew up to Michigan to Sam's parents' house. Mayson is going to stay with them while I go over to Germany and Sam and I travel a little in Europe.
I picked a flight at 12:10 pm arriving at two. Not too early not too late, we should be landing just before nap time. Anyway so we arrive at the airport and check in. Well I was only checking one bag (now they charge you for more than one) So I had packed and weighed it. Well it had to be 50 lbs or less. Mine....53lbs. Oh and they made me take out stuff. The only thing I could think to take out was the back pack that we were going to use in Europe. Luckily my friend Christine brought Mayson and I to the airport so she was able to take it home with her. So after we get that situated we get our ticket, I look at it to find my gate then we head off to security.
We get through, ride the train, find our gate, which is the next to the last one in the terminal, of course. Then we grab a little pizza to share. We eat our pizza and Mayson is looking out the window at the planes, it is about time for us to board, we are doing great, Mayson is happy everything is running smoothly. They come over and say...your flight has been delayed an hour due to maintenance. I'm like oh great, so I have a little more than an hour to entertain Mayson in the airport. I have her stroller, a backpack, and a little rolling bag.
So we play for a while then she wants to walk the concourse so I follow her around in the stroller. Fast forward to when we are going to board our plane. I go up and hand the lady my ticket to scan and she scans it and says "Not yet ma'am." I'm like "what?" This is one of the smaller planes so this particular gate is boarding about 3-4 flights. She lets other people through. I'll spare you some details but I keep asking when I can board. "Not yet ma'am" I said "But you said final boarding call" Finally I'm like "WHY are you not letting me board my plane???" "Because you don't have a seat" "WHAT??? I picked my seat online months ago" No one told me when I checked in that I was bumped to standby because they oversold the flight. Call me crazy but seems like info you would share with someone.
So this other lady finally starts to help me. Keep in mind I am a pregnant woman (hormonal) travelling alone with a toddler--we might as well say she's two even though she's 21 months b/c she has 2 year old moments. So finally I see that my flight is closed and I say "has my flight already taken off?" she says "Yes" I ask when the next one is. 2:50 but it's sold out.
So when's the next one? 5:15 but it has a connecting flight and doesn't get in until 8:30. Keep in mind it's like 12:15 now, so I'm looking at 8 more hours. So in my hormonal state I start to cry and have trouble composing myself. Finally I'm able to get a hold of myself and after about 20 minutes they confirm me a seat on the 5:15 flight and put me as the first standby on the 2:50 sold out flight. So we walk around more and find a family bathroom that I go in and lock the door and let Mayson play in the sink and call my mom and cry. So after about 15 minutes in the bathroom we venture back out and I chase Mayson around the airport. Which I've decided airports need family rooms or something b/c that was ridiculous.
Anyway we head to the gate for the 2:50 flight b/c it should be boarding soon. After a few minutes I go up and tell the lady that I am first on standby. She says there are about 10 minutes left and approx 6 people haven't shown up One by one the people come up. Three minutes left there are 3 people she is paging. Down to about 1 1/2 minutes and a couple comes up. So I'm praying please don't let this last person come. So the lady calls my name and says "Hurry and get on the plane, the person is probably running down the terminal, just go!" I'm like "Thank you God!!" So I take off w/ Mayson stroller and bags. Turn the corner and it's stairs. I'm about to panic and a pilot and Delta worker grab my stuff and help me. We run and are the last ones on a small -14 row, 2 seat on each side-plane. Of course we are all the way in the back. And you see the faces of every one like "oh great a toddler" Mayson wasn't bad on the flight just very active and not too easy to entertain, but I was so thrilled to be on that flight and not the 5:15 one that I figured I could live through that hour and a half. She was constantly moving and needing something. until the wheels dropped for landing and she fell asleep. I said "You've got to be kidding me" So I had to carry a limp baby my bags and get my stroller that I gate checked and she slept through it all, until we had been in the car about 45 minutes.
I so needed a drink after that flight but I couldn't so I had a Hersey bar. I did get a $400 voucher for a flight within the next year, but I can tell you it won't be for Mayson and I travelling alone!