Jetlagged Baby

We had hoped and thought Joaquin would be a good traveler since Jaime and I both enjoy traveling a lot and it would be a shame if we have to give up traveling while waiting Joaquin to grow up. We were extremely nervous and had packed everything we could possibly think of in our diaper bag. We had budgeted in 50% extra time for buffer but only to learn that we actually needed 100% more buffer time than usual. We nearly missed the plane since we stayed too late at the lounge (to change Joaquin's diaper) and had to run non-stop across the HK airport for 20 minutes to catch our plane.
Luckily Joaquin had no problem equalizing at take-off and he was sleeping right away. One hour later, however, he began his 10-hour marathon fuss. He refused to sleep in the bassinet and wanted to snack constantly. I had trouble breastfeeding him since the seat was too narrow (and Chamu is gotten too big to fit sideways) so we had to feed him 3 bottles of formula. Dadu had to walk him up and down the aisle for most of his awake hours. We had to make several runs to the changing table in the bathroom and also to change him out of his dirty clothes... At the end of the flight, I have developed so much more appreciation of those mothers or fathers traveling alone with their babies...
Then the marathon continues after we landed. Joaquin is so jetlagged that he sleeps most of the day and is playful from 3am and onwards. He does not resettle until 7am. Last night he was up at 1am and went back to sleep at 5am. Today, he managed to stay up more during the day. Let's hope he will not be as jetlagged tonight as previous nights. I think we are scratching our grand idea of driving him up the Pacific Coast Highway...