We’ve become “those” people – the pariahs of the skies – the people fellow passengers stare at from beneath dark glasses with frowns that even Botox cannot hide – those ones at whom the “Ag nee, please don’t sit close to me, I was hoping to catch some sleep on this flight!” glares are directed. And no, I don’t judge these people at all – in fact, just a few months ago (ok, maybe just over a year ago, but still), I was one of them. But, now, I’ve become that person who smiles apologetically for the umpteenth time and who’s frazzled wrestle with a non-cooperative breastfeeding shawl and a wriggling, crying baby has replaced the far buried idea of quick and easy stress-free flights.
When our boy was 2 months old, I shared a post about how easy how local 2 hour flight was and that he slept all the way. That was a long, LONG time ago 🙂 It’s been a while since I’ve last posted on this blog and I sincerely apologise for the unintended silence. We returned from our first trip to Europe with our little one. On his 4 month birthday, he had his passport stamped for the first time as we pushed our overloaded trolley through the airport and made our way across the globe to his grandparents in Germany. I think I’m still recovering from the shell-shock of packing here, unpacking there, packing there and unpacking here. In fact, I think there’s still a suitcase in our room that has not yet been opened. They do say that the smaller the baby, the more luggage they have. We had a beautiful time traveling in Germany and then the gorgeous Tuscan countryside. One thing is for certain though, the definition of “holiday” has changed. No longer does the idea of holiday travel elicit visions of carefree cocktails while holding hands at a swimming pool. Nope, now we know that when it’s just the three of us, one of us will be sipping a cocktail while the other plays with baba or calms him and then we swop. After the sleep deprivation of a long flight, I happily placed our boy in his eager grandparents’ loving arms and indulged in some sleep.
We enjoyed almost a month of gorgeous summer in Europe, but there were a number of changes that we had to accept. With a baby, to enjoy a break, you have to plan to not hold any plans too close to your heart. The moment we realized that it was best to just “go with the flow”, we were able to relax more and enjoy the lakes and beer gardens of Munich. In Florence, we skipped the museums and trips to the middle of the city in the sweltering heat to just enjoy the countryside having picnics in the shade of olive trees and reading stories to each other. Yes, it is possible to relax on a holiday with a baby, but from now on, I’ll leave my past expectations of absolute relaxation at home. My boy is not one of those kids who sleeps through on flights (and I cry inwardly with envy when I hear how many babies do that on long-haul flights), but he is a very entertaining little munchkin who has his next flight booked with me for our follow-up little adventure. This time, just the two of us will catch the big metal bird to the Oktoberfest and a return to my favourite Villa Mangiacane. As much as I’m nervous, I’m excited to get to know the world through my son’s eyes.
Well done to Kerri Marks, winner of the BabySense Hamper and good luck to all of you – you now stand a chance to win a pair of sunglasses from my collection (which is a sizeable one thanks to Sunglass Hut) and soon we’ll give away a gorgeous designer perfume. Just comment below – share your thoughts on the post or motherhood (or fatherhood) and be part of our Modern Mommy community.