At 36 weeks pregnant, I thought I could handle one last 7-hour flight. I packed my snacks, my favorite sweater, and whispered to my baby, “Let’s make it through this together.” But halfway through, everything changed. 😞A sharp pain. A tightening belly. The unmistakable rhythm of contractions. The cabin filled with panic—but also compassion. A nurse from row 17 held my hand. A dad of three coached my breathing. Flight attendants moved like angels, calm but urgent. By the time the wheels hit the