We had a wonderful visit with my family in Alberta. Not the whole family, but most of them.
As I kept saying to the little miss. Aunts, uncles, great aunts, great uncles, cousins, second cousins, grandma and grandpa OH MY. She defiantly had her full of cuddles. And a number of chatting partners. Now I don’t think mum cuts it. I think she wonders where all her entertainment has gone.
She also had her very own body guard. In the form of my sisters chocolate lab. It really was the cutest thing, she always had to be close. And it didn’t even faze Adelayde, she just wanted to touch her. She cried, the dog did too. If I wasn’t in the room and she cried, she came and found me. Hey, hey your baby is crying, come quick. But she was a bit jealous, she wasn’t getting all the attention. Cute none the less.
Not only was it her very first Christmas. She also had her very first plane ride too. That was not only an adventure for her. But for myself as well.
I’m not super keen on flying. It makes me nervous, and I normally take drugs to combat it. Sigh, there was none of that since I nurse.
I did have to wake her up to get to the airport. So you can already see where this is going to go. She was a bit of a bear, but lucky they were loading as soon as I hit the gate. We had to nurse right when we got on. Because it was passed her feed time. And she was having none of me trying to fend her off until take off. Have you ever tried to nurse in one of those seats??!! Not easy. And even harder when the person in the seat next to you is on the larger side.
Plane is in motion now, no ear issues. Thank the stars for that. But without fail, we get a massive poop blow out. Right up the back, and the seatbelt sign is still on. And would you like to sit in a shitty diaper? I think not, so the fussing begins. It really doesn’t help that when you have a child on a flight. You have to have the window seat. So you get the stink eye when you have to get up.
Changing her was a challenge. You forget how small the toilet is. Somehow it seemed even smaller. And to top it off, as soon as I lay her on the tiny slab they call a change table. We hit turbulence. The screaming begins, she wailed until we got out. The flight attendants were all oh she doesn’t like to be changed? Ummm no that’s not it, can I try it on you and see how you feel?! Back to the seat, make the people get up again. By this point she is overtired. Trying to rock her in a confined space was interesting. But we managed. Thankfully it’s a short flight. The way back I lucked out and had her asleep before we got on. She slept the whole way home.
It was also her first photo with Santa. She smiled and everything. Very proud of no freak out. I’m sure we will get one photo of her screaming at the fat man in red.
She got spoiled. I didn’t want anything, the trip there was a great gift. And my daughter is the best present ever. She was just early, and the gift that keeps giving. And spending time with my family was amazing. All in all I can say it was a memorable holiday xo
Tiny steps, big journey 