The actual plane rides went surprisingly smoothly. No delays. Our older kids watched videos on my iPad and phone while I fed and played with baby. I have to admit, our little one seemed quite confused. Why weren't her siblings running around and entertaining her as they usually do?
My husband was a lifesaver. I could focus almost all of my energy on our kids while he juggled our belongings, checked in, rented the minivan and drove us everywhere. He kept our kids from melting down when they needed to rush to the bathroom, change into an outfit after an apple juice spill, etc.
One of the best parts about traveling with three kids is seeing how much easier it could be to travel in just a few years. Our oldest needed very little assistance on the flight. Our middle child needed a little more attention but still needed significantly less attention than baby.
I'm not sure when our next family vacation will be. And I have no clue when I would attempt a trip with all three kids on my own. But our first successful flight with three kids makes me think it might happen sooner than I had originally planned.