Somewhere over Canada, locked in an airplane bathroom with my mom, I realized that I may be in way over my head. We were seated just two rows behind the business-class restrooms, but we needed approximately 15 minutes, the help of two kind Qatar Airways flight attendants and a maneuver I like to call “Don’t Drop Mama While Shimmying Out of a Bathroom Made to Fit Half a Passenger” to complete our first successful lavatory break.