Travelling with your Baby

Nicholas gives us the baby’s view of how Mum and Dad can make life easy when the family jets off on holiday.  Let us know your travel tips and upload some photos of your travels with baby this summer.

Travelling with a baby

By 6-month-old Nicholas Edwards with a bit of help from his Mum

What’s this? Mum waking me early for a feed! I’m only 6 months old but even I can tell she could do with a few more hours’ sleep. But no, I’m loaded into the car, along with the luggage. Now I remember – we’re off to see my relatives in some far-away place called the UK.

From my vantage point in a back-pack high up behind Dad I’m fascinated by the people, lights, noise and interesting sights of Brisbane airport. Being high up means I’m not jostled and Dad’s hands are free to juggle passports and tickets. Mum looks like a camel, with a heavily laden backpack full of my stuff for the journey, leaving her hands free to attend to me.

I have my own 10kg luggage allowance, but I only need to pack my favourite clothes as my nice aunty in England has arranged to borrow everything I’ll need from friends. Mum and Dad still seem amazed by how much equipment a little boy like me needs.

I wanted to wear something smart for when I first meet Grandad but Mum insisted on a jumpsuit, so it’s not tight around my pot belly and my feet stay warm.

My expressed breast milk in my Dr Brown’s bottle and baby food make it through security. A gruff man looks at my passport, at me and then back at the passport again. I frown at him intently trying hard to look like my serious ‘no smiles, no laughs allowed’ photo. Even I’m surprised how much I’ve changed in the weeks since it was taken. To think this passport is valid for 5 years!

We’re allowed to board the plane first, where beautiful ladies smile and tell me I’m gorgeous. They even gave me a little toy. I think I could get used to this!

Luckily Mum and Dad pre-booked me a bassinet and checked in early to make sure our request was honoured. The poor little baby in the seat behind us was not so lucky.

I startle at a loud rumbling noise and the world seems to be moving very fast. My ears ache and Mum slips a dummy into my mouth. I prefer the real thing, so wiggle sideways in my seatbelt and am flying happily with mid-air refuelling from Mum!

Out come my favourite toys, as well as some new ones especially for the flight. I’m also allowed to watch TV, which is usually a no-no, but I think Mum is just happy I’m quiet. Yippee!

I’m pretty content most of the flight. The nice stewardesses serve Mum and Dad’s meal separately so I always have someone to hold me. They also kindly warm the purees that Mum brought for my tea.

Singapore airport is even bigger and brighter than Brisbane. Mum lays down my rug so I can have a ‘kick-around’. It’s great to stretch my little legs before the next flight to Manchester.

My work-out does the trick. After fighting sleep for 18 hours, my eyelids finally become too heavy and as I finally drift off in my comfortable bassinet, snuggling my favourite blankie I hear Mummy whisper ‘A small glass of wine please.’