Flying with a baby is something I'd only do if I absofuckinglutely had to, like my mother died in a horrific accident, or 1998 Britney Spears said she wanted to fuck me, and I couldn't get a babysitter. A baby is a fuck mess to even get to the grocery store with, there's gotta be a good fuckin reason to fly with one. That said, it's really not that hard to keep them moderately quiet for 2-3 hours.
If dickheads could not block isles, quickly load the gear in the overhead instead of being a goddamn idiot that spends 10 minutes trying to cram their overstuffed carry on into the overhead sideways. There's so much time wasted boarding and getting off because of those assholes, where I've been stuck on a plane up to an extra 30 minutes... I rather enjoy flying, but I hate people who fly. From the guy who listens to music too loud, the guy with stinky ass feet, the supreme dickhead that brought their triple onion fat steamed burger in their purse, the fat fuck that picks the center seat, the guy who thinks he's important and wants to talk to you...