Showering at the airport?

Obviously, Grace did not tolerate her medicine and tube-fed formula on her trip home. Just before take-off as we taxied on the runway, Grace threw up all over her clothes. For Grace, throw up is like a baby's spit up: Formula in, formula out. So, it didn't smell much. She promptly fell asleep and so I didn't move her for the duration of the flight. Our connecting city was Phoenix and I had less than an hour to de-plane and board our next flight. I asked for a family bathroom and was directed to the one near Gate A24 or there about. I realized Grace's change of clothes were in a different bag with one of my other kids. So, I quickly went to the bathroom and looked around. This family bathroom was one room with the toilet, a sink, a bench and a shower (puzzled face here). Who needs a shower at an airport? I flagged down my son to bring me Grace's clothes and he then helped me. As it turns out, Grace also had one of the worst blowouts from her other end that she has ever had!!!! Yuck!!! So, thank goodness this bathroom has a shower! With a million papertowels and the shower hose, I was able to quickly clean her up and get her redressed for the last flight home. I thought someone flying through Phoenix might find the shower as helpful as I did that day.