Google is my new best friend. I have been googling baby passports, the wet and dry pail methods for cloth diapering, and (of course) green poop. The prospect of a plane trip by myself with a baby is pretty terrifying. I'm aiming for April to travel to Florida so that Q can meet her Grandpa JB, at which point she'll be about 5 months old. I myself am a very nervous flyer and used to pop a Xanax or two each flight I took, but breastfeeding mothers can't take Xanax. My parents very graciously offered to fly Steven there with me for a couple of days and have my mom fly me back, but that seems like a hugely unnecessary expense, and Steven's not confident he can take the time off. I believe, however, that I might have my mom meet me at the layover--probably Houston--and assist me there. That is a much cheaper ticket and less travel for her. Plus, she has discovered that you can get a "gate ticket" for free at almost any airport, which allows you to escort someone to their gate (i.e. Steven would be able to escort Q and I through customs and to our gate in Calgary, and Mom would be able to do the same in Jax).
I have so many questions and concerns, not the least of which is, won't stress decrease my supply of breast milk? And won't that in turn make the baby fussy? I also don't do airplane bathrooms (diaper changes?) or elevators (stroller?). Some airports don't require you to use an elevator/stairs to get where you're going, but some do. I've taken a suitcase on an escalator, but a stroller is an entirely different matter. As for airplane bathrooms, I suppose I could try to change Q in my lap, but I don't think the person next to me would appreciate that. Not to mention it could have potentially disastrous results. As you can see, the whole thing is causing me a great deal of worry, but I know that Q and I will have SUCH a fantastic time once we get there (I'm thinking 2 weeks?), and I will get to take her to the beach for the first time... And have her meet my friends...
In other news, I am taking the plunge and trying cloth diapers. I have a friend who makes these beautiful custom cloth diapers with snaps that can adjust to fit a child up to 35 pounds. I have been learning all about different types of diapers, inserts, how to clean them, how to store dirty ones, and so on. It's like a whole culture--there are different opinions on what kind of detergent to use (certain kinds can cause soap build-up), how to store them (just throw them in a dry pail? Soak them in a special solution? Spray them off in the toilet? Use a liner?), etc. etc. But one thing is undeniable: they are REALLY dang cute. And my friend makes them for very cheap, so if I use them for a week or two and decide they aren't working for Q, I can probably sell them and get most of my money back. And if they do work out, they'll save us a fortune on disposables. Have I mentioned they're adorable?
Other noteworthy... notes:
1. I'm shedding like a cat in the summer. An alarming amount of hair comes out in my hairbrush... And in the shower... And on the couch...
2. Speaking of cats, I am looking for a home for Bella. But only half-heartedly, because she really is the best cat I've ever had. She doesn't seem to be overly fond of babies, however, and it's causing some stress (she tries to nip the baby when she cries...).
3. It seems really dumb to start numbering items and only have 2. So here's a third one.
Over & out!
(What? You thought I had something to say about a wookie? Nah, that was just to get your attention since this entry is fairly boring.)
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