Dear…Everyone, Traveling on a plane with a baby, just you and the baby, isn’t easy. Traveling on five planes in three days should be impossible. But I did it (no choice), and somehow survived. And I owe thanks to so many people, from the airline personnel to my fellow travelers. Without their help, we never would have made it out of one of the five airports we were in. The worst possible scenario I can imagine that can occur when traveling with a four-month-old is dealing with a cancelled flight. I had no reason to think that would occur. My mom took the same flight path when he was born.…
Technically, second trip, but first airplane ride. That being said, I’ll be out of town for a few days, so no posts this week, and likely none next week considering it’s Thanksgiving here in the States. If I survive the next couple of weeks, I’ll be back in December with more of Gates to Asphodel. Fingers crossed baby doesn’t start teething just yet.