I was so overpacked, it was ridiculous.
I flew Emirates and basically its 30kg for adults and 10kg for babies. 10kg? Haha! Please my toes are laughing.
Then its 7kg allowed as a carry on and a baby bag.
So basically, 40kg, 1 heavy as hell bag on flight, 1 baby bag, 1 stroller and 1 baby.
Oh, and ONE, me.
Obviously, my luggages were over the limit allowed.
Obviously, I wiggled my way out of paying $40 per kg over limit.
Obviously, my shoulders were dead thanks to carrying an equivalent to 2 Michaels' on flight.
Obviously, no one knows how to work my stroller, making it difficult to get the car seat off the stroller with Michael in it with 10kg of hand carry, fold the stroller down, lift Michael and the bags.
OBVIOUSLY!
I made it out alive thankfully. Nearly fell a few times, no one was around, I checked.
I did make it out alive, yes I did. With more aches and muscles than it took to get in 6 months.
I was honestly freaking out about the flight. Never been on a flight with a baby, ever. Plus, it was a night flight so I thought Oh no, if Michael goes on his screaming antics, I'll get daggers for stares on the way out. But Michael's always been a good sleeper so I'm not sure what I was freaking out about. Oh right, I was freaking out about the Ear Issue. I read up online about how to deal with babies on flights and every site said that babies need to be fed during take off and landing. So there I was, like a fool waiting with milk in hand and all ready to just pop it in once the plane started increasing speed.
Then, Michael decides to wake to have his milk earlier than usual, which means he won't be drinking during take off. My God thought I. But then, I remembered one site saying, if your baby is asleep don't bother waking him up for the feeds. Usually babies have their own sucking reflex which is exactly what is needed to not get the ear thing. So I thought that was all. Cabin crew comes around with some weird ass seat belt attachment to strap M in with me and I like how she placed it in front of me and said, Well you know what to do with the loveliest smile. No, no I do not know what to do with this alien belt. Then she comes around again and says I need to put your bag up. Ahh fantastic, take the Baby bag away, and store it in a place I definitely cannot reach, SURE!
I did not sleep at all during the flight. Okay maybe I did. Like half a bloody hour! Eventually, the bassinet comes along and as I place M in there I think, haha oh god imagine if he decides to turn and falls while I sleep. An unfriendly crew comes about and tells me Hi, you know that whenever there's turbulence, you need to strap yourself with THE baby in whether he's in the bassinet or not. You need to take him out. THE baby was where my focus stopped. THE? It should have been YOUR, you dimwit.
Anyway, surprisingly all went well. Better than well! I was so proud of myself! It was quite an interesting flight. Some guy always running to the bathroom to throw up. Haha! But one time, he didn't make it on time, that wasn't funny. He puked beside me. A guy that gobbles his special food in record time of 2 minutes then sleeps immediately. Best of all? The awkward smell I got from the baby I was carrying. Yes, M pooped all over me. All over my clothes and his. All over. So was the smell, all over. Thank God for overpacked hand luggages.
He smelt great as we got off the plane. Me not so, but I cleaned up before I reached immigration. Didn't wanna get pulled over.
So basically. I'm pretty proud of myself that I handled that alone. I mean I really didn't think I could. But I did. Michael was amazing. 5 Gold Stars for me.
I flew Emirates and basically its 30kg for adults and 10kg for babies. 10kg? Haha! Please my toes are laughing.
Then its 7kg allowed as a carry on and a baby bag.
So basically, 40kg, 1 heavy as hell bag on flight, 1 baby bag, 1 stroller and 1 baby.
Oh, and ONE, me.
Obviously, my luggages were over the limit allowed.
Obviously, I wiggled my way out of paying $40 per kg over limit.
Obviously, my shoulders were dead thanks to carrying an equivalent to 2 Michaels' on flight.
Obviously, no one knows how to work my stroller, making it difficult to get the car seat off the stroller with Michael in it with 10kg of hand carry, fold the stroller down, lift Michael and the bags.
OBVIOUSLY!
I made it out alive thankfully. Nearly fell a few times, no one was around, I checked.
I did make it out alive, yes I did. With more aches and muscles than it took to get in 6 months.
I was honestly freaking out about the flight. Never been on a flight with a baby, ever. Plus, it was a night flight so I thought Oh no, if Michael goes on his screaming antics, I'll get daggers for stares on the way out. But Michael's always been a good sleeper so I'm not sure what I was freaking out about. Oh right, I was freaking out about the Ear Issue. I read up online about how to deal with babies on flights and every site said that babies need to be fed during take off and landing. So there I was, like a fool waiting with milk in hand and all ready to just pop it in once the plane started increasing speed.
Then, Michael decides to wake to have his milk earlier than usual, which means he won't be drinking during take off. My God thought I. But then, I remembered one site saying, if your baby is asleep don't bother waking him up for the feeds. Usually babies have their own sucking reflex which is exactly what is needed to not get the ear thing. So I thought that was all. Cabin crew comes around with some weird ass seat belt attachment to strap M in with me and I like how she placed it in front of me and said, Well you know what to do with the loveliest smile. No, no I do not know what to do with this alien belt. Then she comes around again and says I need to put your bag up. Ahh fantastic, take the Baby bag away, and store it in a place I definitely cannot reach, SURE!
I did not sleep at all during the flight. Okay maybe I did. Like half a bloody hour! Eventually, the bassinet comes along and as I place M in there I think, haha oh god imagine if he decides to turn and falls while I sleep. An unfriendly crew comes about and tells me Hi, you know that whenever there's turbulence, you need to strap yourself with THE baby in whether he's in the bassinet or not. You need to take him out. THE baby was where my focus stopped. THE? It should have been YOUR, you dimwit.
Anyway, surprisingly all went well. Better than well! I was so proud of myself! It was quite an interesting flight. Some guy always running to the bathroom to throw up. Haha! But one time, he didn't make it on time, that wasn't funny. He puked beside me. A guy that gobbles his special food in record time of 2 minutes then sleeps immediately. Best of all? The awkward smell I got from the baby I was carrying. Yes, M pooped all over me. All over my clothes and his. All over. So was the smell, all over. Thank God for overpacked hand luggages.
He smelt great as we got off the plane. Me not so, but I cleaned up before I reached immigration. Didn't wanna get pulled over.
So basically. I'm pretty proud of myself that I handled that alone. I mean I really didn't think I could. But I did. Michael was amazing. 5 Gold Stars for me.
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