I love to travel. I love my new son. Therefore, I must learn how to travel with this little adorable nugget of mine.
I’ll be honest, the thought of traveling with my nine-week-old son gave me anxiety. I can see why other people opt not to do it. However, when your little brother is getting married in NYC and you are in the wedding, oh, and your hubby is a commercial pilot, you must suck it up and get on the damn plane!
Probably four months before baby boy’s arrival, I started asking other pilot wives and reading other blogs like Have Baby Will Travel about the adventures of non-rev with a baby. I got great advice, like:
- Take zip lock bags in case a diaper/spit-up explosion happens
- Buy diapers when you get there and just pack what will fit
- Get a cover for your car seat so it doesn’t get damaged when you gate check
- How the hell am I going to keep this little guy on his sleep schedule?
- As his source of food, how do I do this? Should I bring my pump and tools (yes, yes you should!)
- He hasn’t had all his vaccines!! What if someone sneezes on him? (you punch them in the face!)
All that craziness rolls around your head, and then you think about all the passengers who will automatically hate you for procreating and bringing your child on the plane. Ugh! The anxiety is back!
I made a list of everything I would need, from his birth certificate (this is a rumor, you don’t need it – check with your airline!), to how many onesies he could destroy in a day times three. My hubby wanted me to practice feeding him in public with my cover. I opted not to and regret it. It wasn’t easy, but he didn’t starve!
We ordered the car seat cover (definitely do this!) to protect it from being totally destroyed, or worse, dirty, from being stored with the luggage.
Check, check, check!
Now all that is left is getting on the damn plane!