Here’s some advice about travelling overseas with a toddler — don’t do it.
But if you are going to take advantage of not paying for bub’s airfare, then be prepared to be bitten, scratched, kicked in the belly and smothered with kisses and cuddles until the altitude and white noise finally knock the little darling out.
We had been looking forward to our first family holiday for ages.
We did do a trip to Melbourne when our boy was 10 months but this was our first proper overseas family holiday.
We wanted to introduce our 21-month-old to his Samoan side of the family — and I had visions of me enjoying poolside cocktails to celebrate my first proper break since returning to full-time work.
In reality, we spent a lot of time chasing bub as he made a beeline for said pool or ran after a random bird yelling out “birdy birdy birdy”.
I’m not sure if it was the humidity or all the fresh air but the trip did wonders for bub’s sleep and taught me that I don’t have to drive around half of Sydney so baby could sleep.
And it’s something we have kept up since we got back — so not only is bub sleeping better but I’m saving $$$ on petrol and kilometres on the car.
One thing I did struggle with was the fact child car seats were not compulsory.
We did several long day trips — all with bub sitting in my lap or his uncle’s in the front seat. My heart was in my throat the entire time — and my husband can attest I was a big-time back seat driver.
But despite the trials of holidaying with a toddler, it was wonderful that he got to meet his extended family and run around the house where his father grew up.
It also showed his Samoan blood is very strong — not one single mosquito bite and a stomach of steel, based on all the fresh coconut he drank and taro he ate.