Travel with a toddler is about 300% more complicated than travel without a toddler. Add to that equation half of the family on another continent, and you’ll start to approximate the logistics and stress of the last few weeks.
Our kabouter likes new experiences and adventures, but he doesn’t like being in the car for extended periods, so we were really not sure how an 8 hour flight padded on both ends by airports and transit and waiting would go.
The short version: way better than expected, even though he only got 3.5 hours of sleep (and we obviously got much less).
The long version, in bullet points:
- Aborted attempt at a morning nap meant he fell asleep 5 minutes before we got to the airport, and slept until we had to take him out at security.
- Preboarding with our stroller in a comically large bag, then sitting on the plane for almost an hour waiting to go.
- 30 solid minutes of talking about trucks prior to take off.
- Disney movies on 3 screens. Parent-selected media on 0 screens. A steady diet of freeze-dried mango.
- After 3 hours of solid wiggling, including frequent requests to nurse, I was about ready to lose my mind. I got him ready for bed just in time for dinner service.
- At least 4 times a flight attendant came by JUST as he was about to drift off. I have never been so angered by ice cream.
- Sleep punctuated by awful turbulence. We got about 5 hours between the three of us.
But we survived, and without having to employ the majority of the bag of tricks, so we should have some surprises left for the longer daytime flight home.
2 thoughts on “The First 12 Hours”
Nice work Mama! Teddy fought the sleeping too– and I too have never wished for less service on a flight so desperately. Glad you guys made it safe and I send best wishes for minimal toddler jet lag.
He slept from 7-830 then 11-830 with only one wake up in that second leg! I could do without that 2.5 hour gap, of course, but he’s like a whole new toddler this morning! How is Teddy settling in?