If I had one tip for travelling with a little baby, this is it: don't. Babies don't belong on a plane; it is uncomfortable for you, for baby and potentially for everyone sitting around you. After a nightmarish start to our holiday (3 hour flight delay), Alexander not wanting to sleep in the bassinet and me getting absolutely no sleep, I had some serious regrets about our trip to Singapore.
And then Alexander set his eyes on my mum at the airport. He smiled at her, almost shyly and leaned in for a cuddle as if he remembered her from his newborn days. All of a sudden, the trip to Singapore made a lot of sense.
We had organised a luncheon so Alexander could meet the relatives and a couple of my closest friends. Everyone had some cuddle time and not once did he protest. He smiled and laughed and basked in the attention all afternoon. I couldn't be more proud.
The majority of our time was spent at my parent's home, to reconnect, to spend time as a family again. It is so important that Alexander learns where I come from, where he comes from. My dad made a particularly poignant point one day when I offered to take Alexander from his arms, "No, I carry. I don't know when will be the next time I'll get to carry my grandson."
I am not about to travel on a plane with Alexander anytime soon but I certainly am glad that we made this trip. It was a great thing to do.