I actually started writing this blog 4 months ago, and only now am I finally getting to finish it. It’s been a busy few months.
Taking our little one on his first adventure was so exciting, and terrifying all at once! Well I exaggerate a little, while we had been away before, we had never ventured outside of Ireland out of fear of taking our little one on a plane. However it was coming up to my Erasmus reunion, which I really wanted to go to. I didn’t like the idea of leaving my husband at home with the little one as we are doing far less things together in general. We debated not going but eventually on a brave day, I just booked us flights and acommodation saying let’s just try. 🙂
My bravery didn’t last long, I spent the week before the holiday in fear, cursing my bravery and wondering why we didn’t just decide to stay at home.
Our flight was a 7.30am flight, meaning we were up at 4 to get out in time. We felt so cruel waking our little one up so early. We planned a quick nappy change and transfer to the car in the hopes he would fall asleep again. But he was wide awake. We had the buggy for him and also a sling. I carried him around in the sling through security, which was great. We didn’t have to take him out of the sling and were aloud to walk right through the metal detector together.
He loved the airport and ran around the place until our flight was boarding. Thankfully this meant he was tired on the plane. Taking off was exiting for him and he loved exploring the plane. But very quickly got tired and fell fast asleep in my arms for about an hour of the flight, which we were so happy about, especially as he had not slept in my arms in 6 months!
The holiday as a whole was a huge success, he loved being somewhere new and playing with mummy and daddy every day. We were so happy we just bit the bullet and went as it all went so well.
If your contemplating an abroad trip, be brave and just go for it…… 😊