Flying to the USA with my six-month-old was more difficult for me than it was for her. It taught me a few things I thought I already knew.
Travel is part of the journey. No matter what happens. I learned this during a disaster 20 hour trek from Milano to Stuttgart (perspective: it should have been a one hour flight).
Lavinia was too interested in the people sitting beside us to sleep. She wanted to take it all in and practically jumped into the lap of the Irish, Facebook sales-woman sitting next to us.
The few times I tried to put her in the bassinet for sleep she got upset- who wouldn’t? The thing looks like a dog’s cage. I freaked- I felt like a terrible mother for dragging her across the world. What on Earth would happen if she didn’t take her naps at her scheduled times? Would we both implode?
Lavinia was born wide-eyed. She started out staring at things intently before she could even focus her little newborn eyes. She would open them wide, rather than closing them in fear, when a shadow passed over her face or a new person came into view.
My curious little girl develops this trait further as she grows. She knows what she wants to examine and persists until something even more interesting distracts her.
The result of her staying awake for most of our journey from Melbourne to Buffalo? She was so tired that she adjusted to the 15 hour time change within three days. I had worse jet lag than she did.
I need to trust my daughter more. This seems like a very important lesson in parenting.
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