The alarm went off at 4 am. It was the first time in a long time that we woke up Jacob before he woke us up. We threw together some last minute packing, called a cab and were off to the airport.
We were half way to the airport when Dan turns to me and says “Did you pack the passports?” “Why would I pack the passports… I asked you where they were and you said YOU were packing them.” “Yeah I know, but I can’t remember if I packed them… did you pack them?” “Why on earth would I pack them if I thought you had already packed them!?!”
The taxi driver chuckled at our typically married couple conversation. I looked at Dan. “You are SO dead if you didn’t pack them.”
He had packed them.
We were only flying from Brisbane to Cairns, but because we are flying with our little one Jacob, we needed our passports (and his most importantly), to prove we were his parents. Dan and I would have been able to board with our normal ID as it was only a domestic flight, but little Jacob would not have been able to without his photo ID as well.
Good luck at the check in desk. The guy looked at our pile of luggage. “Anything to check in.” “No, it’s all carry on.” There was a pause. “You can check one in for free.”
That lovely man, whose name I never learned, was now my favourite person in the world.
We had a lot of luggage. When you travel with an infant you get to check in lots of extra things at no extra cost.
We were bringing
- A baby hiking carrier (with a secret storage space which was also jam packed with baby stuff)
- A car seat (we would be renting a car for our entire trip and didn’t want to pay some exorbitant fee to also rent a car seat. I have seen some as high as $15 a day!)
In addition to that we had our regular carry on luggage or a bag each and a personal item each. Let’s just throw it out there and say I’m glad they didn’t weigh those items.
So since we already had two bags each, and after we checked in the stroller we would also have to carry around our very fat 6 month old (who weighs as much as a typical one year old if not more), you can understand how grateful we were to have one less bag to worry about.
The rest of the flight went just as smooth. If you don’t count the part when a bunch of people who NO luggage and NO 10 kilo squirmy baby decided to cut in front of us in the priority boarding queue ( I hate queue jumpers, especially ones who don’t even qualify for priority boarding). Jacob didn’t even fuss during take off and landing (he was too busy trying to eat the seat back tray to notice the pressure changes).
So how much luggage do you need to travel with a infant. Well the answer is ALOT. And even if you don’t technically have to, you might want to consider checking some of it anyway.