I think most of us will agree that flying long haul is a pain in the arse! But when you live on the other side of the world to your family and friends what option do you have….? I know! Why not make it harder for yourself and travel without your husband and instead go with your 10 month old baby!
I’d say I was probably extremely sleep deprived when I made this decision….
But being in the last stretch of maternity leave I was dying to get home and spend some time with my favourite people! All my friends at home have kids so it would be perfect!
So, a few weeks before the flight I started to get organised…for those that know me you’ll know that I’m more of a last minute kind of packer, makes it more of a surprise when you get to the other end and have no idea what you’ve actually packed 😂
But this time I decided to be mature and as I was packing for two I actually took it seriously. We had changes of clothes, food, individually packed nappy bags, wipes, toys, you name it, we were set!
We got to the airport early, sat down and had lunch, I even squeezed in a glass of bubbly! Holiday rule right?
Next stop customs. This was fun, baby’s milk, baby’s water, Ipad, liquids, everything out..oh and the baby!
She clearly gets her suspicious look from me as every time we go away we both get stopped and randomly searched. (I get it, to an outsider I probably do look mental…. big eye bags, half a bottle of dry shampoo emptied onto my hair and covered in baby food. I’ve clearly got the time to also be a drug smuggler…..)
Being able to take the stroller all the way to the gate made a world of difference. Bubs could sleep whilst waiting to board and I could save my back for the next 24 hour shift!
We flew with British Airways, Sydney to Singapore, Singapore to London and vice versa on the way home.
Its funny when you board, you can literally see people groan inside when they see a baby! I get it, I would have been the same pre baby! On our journey back to Sydney the lady next to me was stuck between two babies, she asked on both flights if she could move but the flight was full. Immediately I was on edge, especially as mine isn’t what you’d call a sleeper! But Lo and behold on the first flight she was an angel and on the second, the woman managed to sleep through her crankiness and even held her for me several times when I got my bags out.
I can’t thank the staff on board enough, they were wonderful to me and my little one! I felt like I could ask for help when I needed to which isn’t always easy.
I ate my dinner with them while they entertained the baby, there was a constant supply of coffee and chocolate and plenty of cuddles for bubs too!
We made several new friends, a mixture of other parents and basically anyone that’s needed the loo as that’s where we were loitering 😂
Everyone was so kind, in the airport, in the queue and on the plane. Random strangers made a long and hard journey bearable! Oh apart from that one bloke that grumbled at me that he’d only managed 6 hours sleep the whole flight…. ✌🏼 Clearly no one told him that kindness makes the world go round. Twat.
I cant say I’ll be in a rush to do the journey solo again, on top of the flight jet lag for a baby is a bitch. Ten pm in our house at the moment is PAAAARTY time! 🎊🎊😛
Top tips for travelling with a baby:
– be organised, have nappies, wipes, food, clothes etc on hand
– Sleep when the baby sleeps, don’t be tempted to watch the latest film, you don’t when they’ll next sleep..
– accept help! Even if someone offers your baby a cuddle so you can go and freshen up GO, GO, GO!
– buy new toys to keep your baby entertained. (Be it ten minutes at a time)
– fly BA, they’re fab! 👍🏽