We just returned home from New York City. Little Buddy did great. As expected, the plane ride was the most difficult part–the poor thing was restless and wanted to crawl. Thankfully, each flight was less than two hours, although on the way home, we sat on the runway for an hour before it was our turn to take off. That was rough.
When we disembarked in the Big Apple, I told Mr. Handsome that although Little Buddy was squirmy, it could have a whole lot worse–Little Buddy didn’t scream, which was a huge blessing.
On both flights, we had our own row of three seats, which was wonderful. We flew Southwest, an airline with no assigned seats, and were able to board after the frequent flyers but before the majority of the passengers. The flights weren’t quite full, and no one sat down next to us. I’m pretty sure they would have rather had any other seat on the plane than the window seat next to us. They probably would have rather sat in the bathroom than next to a young couple with a squirmy baby. And we were completely fine to have everyone avoid us. The extra room made the flight much more enjoyable for us and Little Buddy.
On the way home, we tried to get him to sleep but were unsuccessful, even though he was very tired.
When we were about to land, I put him in the baby carrier to keep him safe in the event of a crash landing. And you know what? The minute we hit the ground, he was out. Everyone around us laughed when they saw him, his head cocked to the side and fast asleep.
Do you have any funny travel stories to share?
Our Little Buddy is almost eight months old, and we are getting so much joy out of watching him reach new milestones. It’s funny because he much prefers playing with toys on his stomach over playing in a seated position, and although he can get up on his hands and knees and even all fours, he prefers to army crawl. (He can move very quickly!)
It’s time to baby-proof! Little Buddy is five-and-a-half months old, and he is on the verge of being mobile. He still can’t quite crawl, but he can wiggle his arms and legs enough to spin around and even move forward a little bit. He is also strong enough to reach for something with one arm while still holding his head up with the other.
baby is how much work it takes to breastfeed. Before I became a mother, I got the impression that it was a fairly simple process that didn’t take much time or thought. Sure, it was common for ladies to have challenges at the beginning, but those issues didn’t last past the first several weeks, right? Wrong. Now that I have experienced it for myself, I am realizing that my perception of breastfeeding could not have been more wrong.
In celebration of Mother’s Day, we took Little Buddy on his first vacation, down to Santa Rosa Beach, Florida. It required more work than our pre-baby trips, but we really enjoyed watching him experience the ocean for the first time. And I know I would have missed him terribly if we hadn’t taken him along. The Florida Panhandle is a great place for a family vacation.
In January, I posted my birth story in a series of three posts. In case you haven’t had a chance to read it, I’ll include the links at the bottom of this post. At the end of part three, I was in a wheelchair on my way to the room where we would be for the remainder of our hospital stay. By that point, Little Buddy was two hours old, and I had been in the hospital for over 24 hours.
bassinet. From the get-go, our baby had a difficult time nursing. The hospital had wonderful lactation consultants available around the clock, which was a huge help. When Little Buddy was too fussy to breastfeed, they helped me pump and feed him with a plastic syringe. I was shocked to learn that when babies are born, they can only drink a few milliliters of milk, but their stomach capacity grows each day.
