Monday, June 28, 2004
travelling with a baby? a cinch. after you fight a system that assumes your baby has no seat and the seat should therefore go in the hold, after baby wakes soon after takeoff and you spend 45 minutes patting and shusshing him and returning the stares of passengers who'd really like to sleep. after you wake up with a dead arm and a baby asleep on you and move him into his seat with great trepidation. after the pilot turns the lights on two hours before landing, assuring you of an exhausted baby by landing (which of course hurts his ears). after you discover that his stroller has been sent to the carousel and you and dh are supposed to carry a ton of stuff to customs. and so on.
and we are not in our apt; we're in a small hotel room where A. can't sleep unless I turn the lights off and be quiet. currently extremely unhappy with dh's company's organisational skills.
but we've been out a couple of times and for all the crowdedness, extreme sticky heat and so on, I am well pleased with one thing: Hong Kong people think my son is the most cute, extraordinary and charming little white baby they've ever seen. they cluck and coo and point and slap their hands on their thighs to get his attention. so far he's been responding well - laughing and kicking his legs.
the big stroller will be a lose; the small one is barely manageable up and down the stairs that are everywhere, and even though its brake tends to catch on the treads, it will be better than the 13kg monster we've shipped over.
now all I need is for dh to kick some heads at the office so we get to where we're supposed to be and to have a few good nights' sleep to recover (cue hysterical laughter)
and we are not in our apt; we're in a small hotel room where A. can't sleep unless I turn the lights off and be quiet. currently extremely unhappy with dh's company's organisational skills.
but we've been out a couple of times and for all the crowdedness, extreme sticky heat and so on, I am well pleased with one thing: Hong Kong people think my son is the most cute, extraordinary and charming little white baby they've ever seen. they cluck and coo and point and slap their hands on their thighs to get his attention. so far he's been responding well - laughing and kicking his legs.
the big stroller will be a lose; the small one is barely manageable up and down the stairs that are everywhere, and even though its brake tends to catch on the treads, it will be better than the 13kg monster we've shipped over.
now all I need is for dh to kick some heads at the office so we get to where we're supposed to be and to have a few good nights' sleep to recover (cue hysterical laughter)
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