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How I survived a long haul flight with a baby

When my husband dropped the bomb on me telling that I had to travel all the way to India alone with a BABY, I began to have nightmares. The whole idea of spending 10 plus hours in a flight with a 6 month old send shivers throughout my body. Even though I was the mother of the baby, it seemed scary to actually travel with him.

I googled extensively on ideas to have a smooth trip without losing my mind on the flight. Thanks to the internet, I did get some ideas. I am back from the to and fro trip. Here I am, very much alive after the journey. But I did learn from my mistakes. If you’re a mum looking for ideas, you should remember that what works for another baby may not work for your baby.

Anyway, here is a list of things that I packed for the flight journey. Also, I have outlined what I thought to be my mistakes.

Carryon baggage:

This is the most trickiest part if you’re travelling alone. Though most airlines give 2 carryon bags for baby , it’s hard to carry more baggage if you have to carry a baby in one hand. I limited mine to one diaper bag with the essentials.

·         Diapers – 12 to 20 (You will be changing only every 3 hours or so; no point in carrying too many)
·         Wipes (To clean surfaces and baby’s hands and mouth)
·         3 set of clothes for baby
·         Extra pair of socks and mittens
·         Baby food and water
·         Bibs and spoons
·         A large cloth to use it in airports to let the baby crawl. (I found it very useful)
·         A blankie
·         A small hand fan (sometimes flights can be stuffy)
·         Couple of toys
·         Thrash bag
·         Basic medicines.
·         Baby carrier (extremely useful to navigate through airports)
·         Music player for mum.

The trick is to keep it really simple. I had ended up over loading my bag when I flew down the first time. In the flight, I realized my baby didn’t really need most of the things. In fact, I didn’t even have the time to use most of what I had packed.

If you plan to breastfeed, it helps to wear something comfortable. I made the mistake of wearing jeans the first time. But later I wore skirt during the return trip which proved to be more comfortable.
I travelled by the Qatar Airways which was fairly fine. The crew was friendly enough to entertain my baby when he was cranky and bored. Also, I bothered them a number of times to which they were very calm. I did book a bassinet like most other parents but my baby did not sleep on it even for a minute. He preferred sleeping on me. If your baby sleeps, you’re a lucky woman.

It helps to be friendly with co-passengers. I was lucky in meeting people who were happy to hold my baby to let me have lunch peacefully. Also, you get somebody to talk with.

I am no longer scared of flight journeys with my baby. I guess you get used to it. If you have more ideas, please drop in the comments section.

All the best for your journey!

About the Author Chital Mehta loves to explore new books. After becoming a mother, she started this blog to share her experiences as a mother. Apart from being busy with her baby, she makes times for writing, reading and watching movies. She has authored 4 fiction novels. You can find details on her facebook page :Chital Mehta facebook

Write to her : chitalmehta1987@gmail.com

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