OMG! I traveled with P for the first time, and boy oh boy was it an experience. Traveling with a baby was so hard. Lots of mishaps. Lots of overwhelming moments in two international airports. Lots of this won’t ever happen again. Traveling with P has me questioning seriously whether or not I even want another child. #shadenoshade I love my baby girl, but I don’t know if I could go through this with more than one baby.
B, P, and I decided to pack our things and head to Vegas with my sissy, her boyfriend and his family, and my mom (aka P’s Ouma (grandma) and babysitter). In theory, this was a perfect getaway, a great time to get away with my family. But as the trip got closer and closer, I became increasingly overwhelmed and started googling how to travel with a newborn every chance I got. I questioned my BFF several times since she’s traveled twice with her baby. I even thought about canceling the trip, but B and my mom told me it would be okay. So with those two in my corner, I pushed forward with our plans to Viva Las Vegas! And maybe I jinxed myself, but it was just as overwhelming as I thought it would be.
#1 A stranger danger had to hold my baby
So every time we flew before P, B and I pushed it to the limit. We typically got to the airport anywhere from 45 – 60 minutes before our flight. Once at the airport, B would park in the short-term lot, check us in, leave to move the car to the long-term parking lot while I went through security solo dolo, take the shuttle back to airport, go through security, stop to get something to eat, and casually walk up to the gate where he would always find me panicking that I was going to have to fly to our next destination all by myself. Sounds like a lot right? Right. I told B we couldn’t do that with P. Well obviously he wasn’t listening. On this trip, nothing changed. As he went to move the car, I went through security pushing a sleeping P in her stroller all while carrying her diaper bag, stroller/car seat bags, and a random plastic bag.
Did TSA give me preferential treatment? Hell no! The middle-aged grumpy man told me that I had to not only put all my belongings on the belt, but I ALSO HAD TO TAKE HER OUT. WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! I immediately said, “but I’m by myself.” He literally gave no f–ks! Out of frustration, my eyes watered up, and I said to no one in particular that I was by myself. I went through the metal detector barefoot while my stroller was left behind unattended. They swabbed my hands, quickly dismissed me, and made me wait. I had to wait until they decided that a single mom standing there with her sleeping two-month-old baby was cleared to go to her gate. Whenever I asked what was going on, they actively ignored me. I was two seconds away from cursing them out when my better judgment got that best of me. I figured a few curse words really wouldn’t help my cause so I stood there angry, exhausted, and overwhelmed while holding my 10+ lbs sleeping princess. THANK GOODNESS a young army man asked me if I needed help when he saw me severely struggling to put my booties on while holding P. I once again asked the grumpy man how long, but he just looked at me. So when Army man asked if I needed help, I immediately took him up on his offer. He held my baby as I put on my booties, and yes, you read that correctly. Yes, a stranger held my baby. What else was I supposed to do? Once done, he took action. He inquired about my stroller/car seat, and they responded, “oh you should have told us she was with you.” Next thing I know, all of my belongings were ok, and I was finally able to get all of my belongings. The nice Army man put my stroller and car seat together and waited with me until I had everything. Dear army man, I’m so grateful for you, so fucking grateful. Once he left, I immediately called B and cursed him out for being the reason a charming, chivalrous army man held my baby. A few minutes later and after I struggled at security, went to the family bathroom for the first time, and visited Hudson News for something to eat, B casually walks up to the gate and says “oh you didn’t want to get anything to eat.” You should have seen the death stare I gave him. In response to my evil stare, he says “but you’re superwoman. You had it handled.” Boy, I’m not Karyn White or Olivia Pope. In that instance, I knew two things:
- This trip was going to really try my patience.
- This won’t be the first time I curse B out.
#2 Did you really just poo your pants?
So after scouring the World Wide Web for many mommy blogs and talking to my BFF, I decided to pack one extra outfit in her diaper bag and keep the rest of her extra outfits in In my suitcase. Well, that was a mistake.
Our flight back home was scheduled to leave at 11:30 pm, but once we were in our Über, I saw that our flight was delayed until 12:51 am. No problem right? Wrong!!!!!!!!!! Around 10 pm, baby girl woke up and decided to drop numerous bombs in her pamper. But this diaper couldn’t hold it all, poo seeped through and soiled her overalls and onesie. Argh!!!!!!! I had to go to the companion bathroom to change her. Poo was all on her left thigh. WTF!!!!! Thankfully, I had an extra change of clothes in my bag. I had to strip her down to wipe the poo off, put on a fresh pamper, manage to get the dirty onesie overhead without getting it in her hair, put on a new outfit, and wash the poo off her clothes all while she giggled and cooed. Gotta love her!!!! I was just hoping that she didn’t have another incident because we had no more clothes. Next time, I’m packing two outfits for her bag.
#3 Had to hug myself because I ran out of Huggies!!!
So I decided not to pack that many pampers. After doing my aforementioned research, I was determined to pack only a pamper for every hour of travel and planned to pick up more pampers once we got there. It was an estimated 4-hour flight, and I figured it would take two hours to commute to and from house/hotel. Therefore, I packed 10 pampers, but after day 1, I was running extremely low on pampers. She was peeing and pooping all the time, and it was that nasty last poo that completely depleted my pampers. Pamper run here we come!!!!! We walked from the Luxor to the CVS by the Monte Carlo. I reached my 10k steps Fitbit goal in no time. Going to get pampers wasn’t that bad, it was just an unnecessary task. I could have done this at home and saved us the trip.
#4 Damn! You’re hungry, I forgot a piece for my pump so I can’t pump, my boobs are engorged, my supply is up and down, and your Grandma needs to feed you at night.
I used the same formula as the pampers when it came to packing my Similac supplemental formula, and that wasn’t enough. Some days my supply was low, and sometimes baby girl was extra hungry and went through both my milk and a supplemental bottle too. So our pamper run was also a formula run, and that was the run from hell. I was so frustrated by the end of the night. ARGH!!!!
It took all of this to get her some formula:
- Walked from Luxor to CVS by Monte Carlo, but they didn’t carry our formula.
- Walked toward Aria Place to cross over to Walgreens, but guess what? We couldn’t cross there.
- We had to walk further down past the Shops at Crystal to crossover to get to another Walgreens.
- That Walgreens didn’t have it so we were going to try another one closer to Monte Carlo.
- Guess what? They didn’t carry it either.
- We walked back to CVS and afterward back to Luxor.
- We decided to try Walmart and took a $17 cab to get there.
- Guess what? Similac is behind the register, and we had to go back and forward with the cashier to see which ones they had. After standing in line, frustrated that Walmart has it behind the register, and a breakdown in communication with the cashier, we concluded that they didn’t have the one we used. We had to settle for the Similac infant formula but not the one for supplementation. We ended up using the same formula we saw at both Walgreens and CVS! GTFOH! And why was it behind the counter?
- Called Über to get us and saved $6 on the return trip.
- Made it back to Luxor.
Good thing we got some. We used them half of them at the buffet dinner and during the airport delay.
#5 Oops! I just didn’t remember it.
- All of my pump parts.
- Inflatable bathtub like this Munchkin inflatable tub. The sink was so hard to use.
- More burping clothes.
- My patience because B tried it.
- My Boppy nursing cover.
Btw… P did awesome on the plane. I made sure to nurse her during take off like her doctor recommended, and she slept the entire flight. Woohoo!