Baby Plane Travel

We've just arrived in Melbourne to spend Christmas with my family. As we live over 2,000 kilometres away, plane travel with the bub was a necessity...

And yep, can't say it was a particularly fun experience... Gray and I are still slightly shell-shocked... I can't speak on behalf of the other 180 passengers, but I hope their ears have stopped bleeding...

Now, Graeme and I should have thought the whole thing through a little more and not used a budget carrier... We should have also realised that certain travel modes suit cool, happening people but not necessarily parents with over-tired babies...

Our fellow travellers were extremely good about Jimmy's blood curdling screams. The guy opposite was also really understanding when Jimmy's teething rattle donked him in the head courtesy of one antsy baby... And you can only commend the community spirit and grace of people accepting the pong of dirty nappies - well, would you be in a rush to change one at ten thousand feet?!?!

Things did improve when our little guy finally succumbed to sleep. Sure, Gray and I were grossly uncomfortable as he took up most of our seat, but that's ok - anything for our baby...

I am thinking though that similar to the Royal Family, Gray, Jimmy and I shouldn't travel in the one aircraft in case something should happen to it. Sacrificing myself to the safe guarding of family succession, I am very happy to travel alone and have Jimmy with his Dad whenever the need for plane travel arises - yes I know, very selfless of me...