If there is one sentiment that is drilled into every new mum, from mothers’ groups to mummy blogs, it’s that “babies thrive in routine”.
So when my fiancé Matt and I decided to book a two-week European holiday with our four-month-old daughter Marlie-Mae, my excitement was met with a whole lot of commentary to the tune of “WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU TRAVEL WITH A NEWBORN?”
Dad to twins Sean Szeps shares his top travel tips for taking kids on long-haul international flights. Post continues below.
We had made a promise to each other when I was pregnant that we wouldn’t let having a baby stop us from travelling. It was an easy promise to make and a whole lot harder to keep after our daughter had entered the world – a real living, crying, sleeping, pooping, smiling tiny human.
Truthfully I was terribly anxious about leaving all of our creature comforts behind. BUT, we did it and we survived! Nay, WE THRIVED in the wonderful chaos that is travelling with an infant.
In every single sense, on every single day – it was worth it.
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Travelling with a newborn forces you to be adaptable. Nothing evokes problem-solving skills like a poonami and an alarming lack of changing facilities and baby wipes.
Let me set the scene. We were enjoying lunch one afternoon at a tiny café on a couple of plastic chairs by the oceanfront. The place was modest, the toilet was a step up from a hole in the ground and a bucket of water – BUT THE FOOD WAS AMAZING.
Just as our lunch was being served our baby decided to let rip right next to my freshly grilled piece of cod and all over her last clean onesie. Babies are going to baby, so at times you gotta dig deep, use some serviettes and convert your pram into a makeshift change table.
Our daughter enjoyed the rest of lunch nude apart from a nappy and she did not care one iota.