Sitting next to a baby on the airplane

I brought ear plugs.
No need for the new mother to worry about the baby screaming in my ears,
I have them in my pocket, I'll remove my hearing aid and replace it  with white foam,
they're the best, not the orange ones that hunters use.
Trust me, I have tried them all, at 2 am when the bars close and our street is filled
with a stream of drunken, happy, or not so happy, girls and boys headed home.
I offered to head to the bathroom so she could change the baby,
the odor was more than I could take, even though her smile was so cute,
her little toes and fingers so adorable, I wanted to see if they would curl
around my finger, I didn't try it.
Yes, I even offered to take the nicely packaged soiled  diaper to the bathroom
when the flight attendant politely, but firmly, declined to add it to her garbage bag.
Do they recycle and compost after all, or just too toxic to mix in?
I had one, or two, after all, I know diapers, crying children, tired moms,
the least I could do was what I did.