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My love/hate relationship with Mother’s Day

Tomorrow is my first Mother’s Day. Yay. I had my almost Mother’s Day last year, but despite the big bump, I didn’t really feel like a mummy yet.

I don’t plan for tomorrow to be any different to any other day. But I love the fact that the day celebrates all mums – and this year I’m one of the lucky mums who gets to give kisses and cuddles to their child and relish the chance to be appreciated and loved.

But in equal measure, I’m dreading it.

My own mum won’t be here.

Jo-Anne, Millie’s beautiful grandmother and my darling mum, died after a relatively short battle with cancer in August 2010.

Mum and mini me, 1979

She missed my wedding day and the birth of my precious baby girl. And as much as I love and enjoy Christmas, Easter and birthday celebrations, those happy events are also tinged with absolute sadness.

It’s not fair.

Mum was the kindest, most selfless and caring person I’ll ever know.

She brought up my brother and I on her own and always put her children first. She made sure we never missed out on anything, even if it meant going without herself.

She’s the one person I wish could have walked me down the aisle and been there to help welcome little Millie Jo-Anne into the world.

I’d ask mum for advice on everything – from which shoes to buy to career choices.

It’s been tough to go on with life as a wife and mother without her guiding hand. I wouldn’t second-guess some of my choices if she was here to reassure me that it’s the right thing to do.

Jodes (that was what my brother and I called her – long story) was my best friend.

I can only hope I have the same sort of relationship with Millie when she grows up.

I wish all the mums out there a very, very happy Mother’s Day but shed a tear for all those people missing their own mums, the mums missing children and the would-be mums struggling to have a baby or whose circumstances prevent them from doing so.

It’s a beautiful day but it also really, really sucks.

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Baby on board Qantas flight 21

Hubby and I did something we’re so glad we did, but the thought sends shivers up the spines of many new parents.

We took baby on a long-haul flight.

Millie’s little head peering from the pages of her fresh new passport now proudly sits beside arrival and departure stamps from Japan.

Millie’s tiny round passport head

We share a love of travel and our own passports are reminders of marvellous trips to places including Mexico, China, Europe, Africa, Thailand, New Zealand, New Caledonia, Vanuatu and the US.

We want to be able to continue our adventures – but from now on will be as a family of three.

Travelling is not as simple as it used to be. But with some preparation, a relaxed attitude and the realisation that it won’t be the same sort of holiday you’re used to, it can be just as amazing.

Maybe even more so.

Lots of passengers gave us a smile as we walked onto the plane. I could see their forced grins were disguising the look of panic as they thought “please, please don’t let this baby be seated near me”. Other parents gave us reassuring nods: “Yep, we’ve travelled with a baby. IT’S HELL IN THE SKY. Good luck, fools.”

We’ve checked in. We’re doing this.

Flights to Tokyo’s Narita airport with Qantas are in the evening. It was perfect for Millie. In her jarmies before we hopped on board, all she really needed was a feed…which in theory would lead into a big sleep.

Your pilot for today is…

We requested seats in front of a baby bassinet and luckily for us we nabbed one. At 9 months old, Millie would have been too heavy and squirmy to hold in our arms for the flight.

The bassinets are small (maximum weight 11kg) but worth it to allow you to get some rest during a flight. Even if bub doesn’t sleep, it’s somewhere to put them while you eat.

Snug as a bug in the sky-high bassinet

We kept Millie’s routine the same in the days leading up to the flight and ensured she got lots of sleep for the day of departure.

She was a bit unsettled on the way to Japan, waking every few minutes or so in the first hour. Planes are noisy. There’s lots of distractions. Until bub falls into a deep sleep, it proves hard to keep those eyes closed. I picked her up and wandered into the aisle and jiggled her a bit until she was in the land of nod. Little champ slept for almost 6 hours.

In the way home she slept even longer (oh, I appreciate how lucky I am that this happened. Still pinching myself).

Sleepy bean on the return flight

My tips? Bring blankets and a sleeping bag (if you use one) so baby is cosy and has her familiar ‘sleepy’ cues. Planes can either be very stuffy or very cold so bring comfy outfits – onesies with the feet enclosed are a good idea – to suit either scenario.

A muslin wrap is a must and can be used as a blanket, cover for the bassinet, change mat, play mat or bib. Mine is from The Little Linen Company and is very light, so packs easily.

I also packed Millie’s FLATOUT bear and floppy teddy so she felt more at ease.

Bring snacks. If Millie became fidgety or sooky I found that rice crackers, baby biscuits and other little treats were the best. Just keep them in a clear ziplocked bag to show Customs on your way through.

Feed or give your baby a bottle during take-off and landing to equalise ear pressure. A dummy works well if your bub takes one.

Let bub crawl around or lie on a blanket in a quiet spot in the airport to help dispel energy before boarding.

I carried Millie in a baby carrier while waiting in the terminal and for carrying her onto the flight. A little walk around the airport and gentle swaying and patting while she was inward facing sent her off to sleep while we were waiting to board. It’s a lot easier to settle a baby who is not overtired, so these extra zzzzzz made for a calm Millie.

I brought along a nappy bag that doubled as a handbag. The less baggage you have to haul around, the better. You have a baby to carry now, remember? Mine is from Budu Baby and not only looked lovely while I was touring around but managed to fit all the Millie travel essentials (nappies, wipes, dummies, toys, snacks, blankets, a muslin wrap, sleeping bag, spare clothes, socks, a jacket for departure and my wallet/phone/passport etc).

If your bub does cry, don’t panic. What sounds like the loudest, most piercing scream to us is merely background noise to other passengers. We’re tuned in to every noise from our little one. Other people are not. The engine roar will also be louder than any noise your baby can make. It’s never completely silent on a plane, and cries are muffled.

The other very important thing to remember is: headphones. No, I don’t suggest you use them. It’s reassuring to know other passengers do, and will. Everyone enjoys a good in-flight movie and there’s no way they’re going to be disturbed by your baby over the sounds of the latest action flick.

Relax. As much as you can. Babies can smell fear. The happier and calmer you are, the happier and calmer your little traveller is likely to be.

Bon voyage!

Explosion in Prahran: A lesson in thinking on your feet

It was Sunday funday.

Hubby and I had agreed to meet friends at a cafe in Chapel St for lunch, strapped Millie and her 17 million necessary items in the car and headed off.

Poor Millie (and I) had a couple of rough nights because of teething and a head cold – double whammy for bubba – so I made sure I packed lots to keep her entertained/fed/watered/not crying.

After a couple of minutes in her car seat she fell asleep.

We parked in the multi-deck car park next to Prahran Market and hubby got the pram out while I tried to transfer our sleeping babe from Mazda to Bugaboo.

The slight wetness near her leg I put down to spills from a cup of water I’d helped her sip from before we left.

Then the smell hit us. Whoa, baby! You might be sick, but at least you’re functioning properly! An old beach towel made for a change mat and I proceeded to undress our bean in the back of the boot. Millie was very excited about the change of scenery and all the random items Daddy leaves in there. Shoelaces, lacrosse gear, bags, towels, wrappers, water bottles. All fair game for an inquisitive baby girl.

It was at this point I realised the wetness was also on her bodysuit and singlet. It was here I realised it probably wasn’t water.

A number 3 poo explosion had occurred in the 10 minutes it took to arrive at our destination.

I always carry plenty of wipes and nappies, but had forgot to pack a change of clothes.

It was then hubby suggested we go home to change her but spotted the Aldi supermarket opposite.

While he cleaned up I ran across the street on a mission to find something for Millie to wear.

It was my lucky day: I foraged through the bargain bin in the centre of the supermarket for size 00 or 0 clothes and found three PINK items. Millie’s girly pink style continues, even in times of crisis.

Leggings: $2.99. Long sleeved spencer: $3.99. Corduroy dress, $9.95.

I think Millie was pretty chuffed with her (cheap) new outfit
She was also very pleased with her new car boot change table

It was slim pickings at the supermarket but I think she looked pretty cute, rocking an outfit that cost less than $17.

What do you think?

The Nappy Collective

Millie and I have just come back from a morning stroll where on the way we donated some leftover disposable nappies to The Nappy Collective.

The new charity redistributes donated nappies to organisations that support disadvantaged mums and families.

We only had about 10 nappies to donate (how is it that Millie can fit into a nappy one day, but it be way too tight the next? Is she really growing that quickly?) but every nappy counts.

The volunteer mums who started the collective late last year have already helped distribute more than 1500 nappies to those in need.

There are 19 collection points in a Melbourne and Sydney that will accept unused nappies for two weeks from today. There will be more collections in June and October.

Click here for collection points near you, or to find out more.

Millie helped to collect the nappies she’d grown out of