Mouse's Shadow
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This is a trip report of sorts, but it will deal with our experiences traveling with our son who is wheelchair bound. I thought about putting it under trip reports, but thought it would better be suited for here.
I do plan on writing a TR for that board.
This was our first time traveling with our son since an accident left him severely handicapped 5 years ago. I had so many questions as I planned this trip, and I went to multiple sources to find answers. Yet, there was information that was hard to aquire. Some things that we just had to figure out for ourselves.
So this is a record of our experiences; hopefully it will help those who may have the same questions or fears or concerns..
Our first hurdle was the flight. I wasn't sure what it would be like going through security. Things went fairly smoothly. We arrived at Port Columbus around 10 a.m. for a 12:25 flight. Since it was Saturday, the airport was virtually empty. Security scanned Jared and his wheelchair. They went thorough everything. I think they were even more thorough because they weren't busy. My son has a G-tube. I took a bottle of Ensure in the backpack, because I knew he would have to have something in his stomach before we would get our luggage. (I had shipped his food and other medical items down on Monday. but I wasn't sure how long it would take to have them delivered to the room once we arrived.)
They questioned it, but let it go through. However, I did have a bottle of peroxide that was unopened that they confiscated. Not a big deal. My son has an ear that has a wound that has had a difficult time healing. We actually discovered that you can buy peroxide in small 4 oz bottles at the hotel. We were traveling with 5 carry-ons. Two were filled with medical and related items for my son. TSA officers emptied out all the contents and swabbed the inside of both of these bags ::cop: They allowed everything except the peroxide. I was even surprised that they allowed my Tide Pen through. (I found out later that they confiscated my friend's Tide Pen at the airport in Birmingham, AL.)
I had never seen a handicapped person loaded onto an airplane. So it was very interesting. Sorry, I forgot to take pictures. We were flying on a small commuter plane that was only 3 seats wide. They took our party down the elevator to the tarmac. They had a narrow seat with a seat belt to which we transfered my son into. Then they loaded the chair onto a lift and elevated him to the plane. They turned my son so that he was facing the front of the plane, then pushed him back, just beyond his seat. My husband then transfered him into his seat. My son is 21 years old and is 6'2". yet he was comfortable in the seat. We had taken the footrests off of his chair and stowed them in an overhead compartment. His wheelchair was stowed in the cargo hold. I was amazed at how smoothly everything went. I had nightmares about trying to get this kid on the plane. What was I worried about; of course things would go well. We were on our way to the most magical place on earth, right?
We were cleared for takeoff. 
Coming up next: Goodbye 48 degrees and raining - Hello 85 degrees and sunny.
and Magical Express.

This was our first time traveling with our son since an accident left him severely handicapped 5 years ago. I had so many questions as I planned this trip, and I went to multiple sources to find answers. Yet, there was information that was hard to aquire. Some things that we just had to figure out for ourselves.

Our first hurdle was the flight. I wasn't sure what it would be like going through security. Things went fairly smoothly. We arrived at Port Columbus around 10 a.m. for a 12:25 flight. Since it was Saturday, the airport was virtually empty. Security scanned Jared and his wheelchair. They went thorough everything. I think they were even more thorough because they weren't busy. My son has a G-tube. I took a bottle of Ensure in the backpack, because I knew he would have to have something in his stomach before we would get our luggage. (I had shipped his food and other medical items down on Monday. but I wasn't sure how long it would take to have them delivered to the room once we arrived.)

I had never seen a handicapped person loaded onto an airplane. So it was very interesting. Sorry, I forgot to take pictures. We were flying on a small commuter plane that was only 3 seats wide. They took our party down the elevator to the tarmac. They had a narrow seat with a seat belt to which we transfered my son into. Then they loaded the chair onto a lift and elevated him to the plane. They turned my son so that he was facing the front of the plane, then pushed him back, just beyond his seat. My husband then transfered him into his seat. My son is 21 years old and is 6'2". yet he was comfortable in the seat. We had taken the footrests off of his chair and stowed them in an overhead compartment. His wheelchair was stowed in the cargo hold. I was amazed at how smoothly everything went. I had nightmares about trying to get this kid on the plane. What was I worried about; of course things would go well. We were on our way to the most magical place on earth, right?


Coming up next: Goodbye 48 degrees and raining - Hello 85 degrees and sunny.
