I never got around to writing the post I promised everyone that pertained to flying with a 3-month-old and I honestly can’t even wrap my head around doing so now. I have flown with my little man twice and although every baseball wife I know does it without complaint, I can tell you it is not the most enjoyable experience – speaking for myself when I say so.
When I flew with Jet he was 3 months and 5 months respectively, and everyone told me those would be the easy times. I really didn’t believe them, but now that my boy is approaching 8 months I realize that flying with him is progressively more challenging. He is sooooo active now and refuses to take naps the way he used to. I am sure I am making this whole experience out to be much harder in my head than it likely would be in reality, – just as I did when we first flew 5 months ago – but I loathe burdening people which subsequently results in me feeling overwhelmed by the idea of inconveniencing all my fellow travelers with my little baby. I suppose I will have to get over these feelings if I ever want to fly with my child again.
All this being said, since I have this irrational fear of flying with my son, and I have also started working real estate again, I have not been able to visit David since I came back home in April. This means that it has been 3, yes three, 3 months since I have seen him but even harder, since Jet has seen his daddy. While this year has had its challenges, I am focusing on all of the wonderful things in our lives.
I am so grateful to be home and to have a beautiful place that my family can call home. For the stability that being home has afforded my child (he FINALLY started sleeping through the night at 6.5 months. Hip Hip Hurray!). For the companionship and love that our four-legged children provide us. For the help that I have been receiving from my mother and the family. For everyone’s health. And for the grace of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
Life is beautiful.