No, this isn’t the sequel to ‘Three men and a baby’, rather a tale of my first flying experience with both kids.
Given the current air quality in Canberra, and both kids experiencing smoke inhalation symptoms, we headed up north to my brothers. Hubby couldn’t come along as he had a job with an end of month deadline, so we left him and our furry friend at home.
I tried to pack light, and managed to get all of our clothes etc. into one bag weighing 21kg. But then I realised Virgin only let you on with 3 baby items (cot, car seat and pram), so had to disguise the feeding/don’t have to hold you 24/7 chair as another suitcase… sigh. Luckily I had people at both ends to help carry the load.
Little man was snug as a bug in the Ergo carrier, and little miss walked alongside with her backpack stuffed full of toys.
Breastfeeding while flying on the first leg was easy. There was no one directly next to me so I used a combination of my vest and a wrap to stop the 15 year old boys sitting across the aisle from being horrified. Second flight I had a man next to me, so opted for the bottle. Not because I thought he wasn’t keen on side boob. Realistically, there was no room and logistically someone was either going to elbow the baby in the head or I’d have to sit in some contorted way.
Placement of items when you have a 4 year old asking for things and a baby in your lap is very important. We learnt quickly that:
- Throwing your jumper on the ground at the window seat resulted in your jumper being iced over when you got cold 15 mins later.
- Snacks need to be in a separate pocket so you don’t have to rummage while trying not to squash your baby.
- Your own water bottle should probably live in an easy to access side pocket (I got very thirsty along the way).
- The bottle neck needs to be wider than the formula container (let’s just say my black pants had a bit of white powder on them when we hopped off).
- Try and make sure your older child has gone to the bathroom before your baby falls asleep in your arms and the seatbelt sign has turned on for landing
Overall pretty stress free. There was the mad rush to the bathroom at Brisbane airport due to our first flight being delayed (the ones next to our gate had a long queue so we hobbled with my broken toe to the next lot). We had 3 of us in the toilet as the plane started to descend, and realistically I packed nowhere near enough food as I was relying on eating at the airport between flights.
No poonamis, tantrums or things lost, so I’d say it was a success.