Fly away

Well we are here in Melbourne.
If you are on Facebook you are probably looking forward to this due to the exciting updates lol.
When we got to the airport it was already a struggle. Miss A was wearing a harness for the first time and she insisted I hold the handle even if I was tied up pushing a pram and pulling a suitcase. We got to the airport and checked in and already she was getting antsy and asking where the plane was and whenever we could go. We ate lunch and went to the gate to check in. We had timed it beautifully with minimal waiting when they announced the plane wasn't even there yet. Great-not!
She decided to then run around the terminal. A few times. While escaping from Daddy. Stressful. We got the iPad out and tried to get the kids to share but she kept snatching off J. Thankfully the delay wasn't that long and they called us to board. A few stressful moments with quite a few stairs and not so patient passengers trying to push past us, just wait please-remember she is just a child, even if you don't see the special needs.
On board I had L in the carrier next to another couple and Andrew sat in between the older kids. For a while they watched videos and played games. L slept for an hour and a half and I thought it was smooth sailing. No upsets at take off, no cries for food etc we were doing well.
After a while Miss A wanted to walk. The plane was tiny with an aisle barely big enough for the trolley. We walked up and down but she was getting more and more upset. I took her to the toilet but she refused to go. I swapped places with Andrew and he took L and I tried to talk to A. It turned out she was busting for he toilet. She has a cough at the moment which was making it worse. She was fussing for 30 minutes asking me to find a tree for her to pee on! No trees up in the sky. The concept was too abstract- planes can't stop like cars. She asked me to put a nappy on her which showed me how far we had gone. I pulled her to the toilet where she started screaming hysterically "I don't like that toilet". I pushed her in and locked the door. The cubicle was so tiny I couldn't move. She dropped to the ground and I forcibly undressed her and made her sit on the toilet. I thought I was going crazy, I was trying not to laugh at the situation but also feeling so sick for having to do this. For making her so upset.
After she had finished we got out of the toilet and she sat outside the door and kicked it repeatedly. Then hit me, stepped on my feet and banged on the door all while screaming I hate that toilet. Staff were trying to help but she was kicking them too. I stood over her like a tent to protect her.
After about 5 minutes I managed to get her off the floor and onto her chair. I cuddled her on my lap while she kicked chairs, pulled the seat tray down and basically vented her anger. The staff came again and offered chocolate but I was like no sugar. Then for the first time I said "she has special needs." They said ohhh and left us alone. A few minties later the screaming wasn't as loud and one lady came back. She looked like the head flight attendant and she asked if A wanted juice. She stopped crying and said yes. I'm thinking don't drink too much....
By this time we had the attention of most people on the plane and a Mum in front turned around and had a little chat to me. Made me feel less embarrassed. A strangers words can help.
On the flight J was so well behaved and played so well, not getting upset by anything going on- until landing. By this time time A was half asleep on my lap with her feet in his lap when our ears started popping. He started screaming in pain which made A cry saying " I don't want J to be upset."
Greeeeaaaaatttt.
So now it's late and I'm off to bed but I will write part 2 soon :)