I'm glad this thread is here! Here is my story, involving only vomit:
DS and I flew to NY (from AZ) to visit my sister and I was pretty much sick the whole time we were there, with it all peaking the night before we were to head back home....so I was already dreading our flights. On the first plane (a puddle jumper) DS and I both threw up during landing, but luckily it all made it in to those handy barf bags and the plane was still running with everyone in their seats so our only spectators were across the aisle (they handed us gum, aww). On the second flight, I was VERY relieved to make it through landing without vomiting, but I knew I would need to make a beeline to the bathroom as soon as we were off the plane. We were sitting in the back and DS had fallen asleep so I waited for most everyone to get off before waking him. Of course he immediately starts complaining about an upset tummy. There was only one barf bag in our seat pockets and DS wouldn't move from the aisle right next to our seat. He ends up vomiting all over the floor before I'm able to open the bag and hold it for him, and even when I was holding the bag he was still missing it because I was trying not to look (I am on the verge of throwing up, myself). There was one flight attendant near us, but all she did was kind of screech "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, uh...try to get it IN the bag!" I'm standing there with one hand over my mouth and the other trying to hold his bag, telling her that I'm pregnant and we need another bag. The second bag doesn't make it in time and I end up throwing up in my hand, and then on the floor. Not my proudest moment, but I guess it makes a good story now.