I had always thought traveling with a baby was a little silly, but color me ignorant when we found out that my step-Grandmother (though she's never seemed like a step anything to me) was sick and I couldn't imagine not going to see her with Emma while on my maternity leave. Between her diagnosis and booking our flights was only a few days, and to be honest, it's a good thing we moved so quickly becuse in the weeks that would pass between booking the trip and actually going on the trip, I mustered up quite a lot of anxiety over the entire thing.
I envisioned turbulence and a flying baby (yes, I flew with her on my lap). I had nightmares of her screaming the entire flight. I thought maybe she would enter a growth spurt, and be fussy the entire trip.
What really happened? Our flights were smooth sailing, she slept almost the entirety of both 5+ hours flights with very short stints of crying when she was hungry, and she was generally a happy baby most of the trip. Except for the nights. She really worked me good those nights, waking up almost hourly every night. Something she didn't even do as a brand-new baby home from the hospital. Without my Handsome Husband to help out, I was one tired mama. But alas, I survived.
My little snow baby
In the end, I am so glad we made the trip. There were difficulties, but it was easier than I thought (especially the flying part!), and Emma got to meet family that it may have been years before she'd gotten a chance to meet otherwise. My Grandmother's health seems to be improving, so we hope there are lots of visits to come!