‘We’re heading to Europe for a month!’ I’d say.
‘With your baby?’ they’d say, incredulously.
‘Nah, he’ll go back to the family of possums we found him in ‘til we get back. Ha ha ha! But seriously. No chance. Babies are the worst at traveling. He’s going to stay home and mind the cat.’
And so went the hilarious back and forth prior to our trip with a four-month old. But guess what! We DID take him to Europe! And he was excellent. Especially considering he had to deal with jetlag, teething, flying to the other side of the world, and a new home every couple of days. (There’s a reason people say travel before they can crawl; I understand that reason very much.)
In fact, he even made us better travellers. We had to keep it together for his sake. And in stressful situations – say, a cancelled ferry and a six-hour wait on a stinking hot day at a filthy, windy, dusty port – his calm, smiley, no-idea-what’s-happening mood actually made us calm down. He reminded us that really, not much mattered so long as we were safe and had each other and he had food. (‘Me.’)
Here are a few tips I have if you’re about to do some summer travel with your baby.
As in, one level up from Boy Scout prepared. For example, always pack one more outfit than you think you’ll need for the baby, whether travelling or just out roaming for the day. Because that will be the time he’ll destroy two outfits in five minutes using various orifices. (Also pack a spare outfit for you when flying long haul.) We flew a day after our boy’s vaccinations (clever!) so he was having bowel, um, issues. Something we didn’t realise until we were en route to Greece. Thankfully, a fellow mum advised I pack not two, but four spare onesies (Bonds Wondersuits – the BEST for travel) and 10 nappies, even though as if we’d need 10 nappies.
We did. And five onesies. We arrived in Athens with him naked but for a sleep sack. Also pack all the possible medicinal things you might possibly need. Baby wasn’t teething when we left, but man did baby start. Luckily we had Panadol/Nurofen/Bonjela, which was handy on a small island, and when you’re in a hotel and want to be mindful of the poor holiday goers staying in the next room at 4am
The fact you’ve had a baby doesn’t mean you’re not still fun people who like to have a great meal then strut through the town at night to a cool bar for a nightcap (or in our case, to a gelataria to boost our calorie count by a few million). So, ask the hotel if they provide babysitting. Everywhere we stayed did, or had someone they could call in or, if it’s possible/enjoyable, invite some family/your parents along for part of the holiday. They get some beautiful memories with their grandchild, and you get some grown-up time.
It’s ambitious, but very worth it. You have every reason to have a magnificent, memorable adventure. So GO FOR IT. (Plus, people bloody love babies; he or she will be treated like royalty wherever you go.)
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