First flights with baby in tow

This last weekend was a lot of {firsts} for my little family! The biggest one, at least in my mind, was flying for the first time with my son. I have to admit I have been stressing about this moment since before he was born, from the moment we booked our airline tickets. I would say my anxiety went up as the weeks grew closer and closer. Especially now having the scheduled baby that only likes to sleep in his crib. The baby that once only slept on my husband and me, refuses to sleep on us anymore. Then there’s the fact that he hates when we sit down for long periods of time with him. Literally every aspect of flying wasn’t looking good. The few nights before our flight, I would say I was a huge worry wart. I was ready to throw in the towel and just stay home while my husband went fishing still. If I could plan every little thing, every little detail in any event I would, so the fact that I couldn’t predict how my son would act drove me through the wall.

The day came and I had what felt like my whole house packed up. Everything but the kitchen sink is what people say right?? The first part of our trip was driving to the airport and the fact that we started out with screams had me even more terrified, eventually Trent calmed down though. He was more so just pissed at the car seat, yet again. Of course, we got to the airport way too early, just because I thought the testing of our baby water and formula would take longer. Call me crazy. I was wrong, we got through security very fast and there we waited.

The first flight came and as we boarded it felt like every single person just gives you the look, you know the look if you’ve flown with your babies, it’s seriously like you have the plague. The flight was not full so we dragged on our car seat, hoping he would at least fall asleep in there if nothing else. There we were in the VERY back of the plane, according to my husband it is the loudest part of the plane, oh how I hoped this was true. I was so shocked each time we had to take off in the air, Trent needed to eat. Thank goodness. This was a big worry, I was so desperate for him to be sucking something so his ears would pop. 

Guys, Trent did SO good and I am SO shocked. He had a few moments, but what baby doesn’t?! He slept part of the long flight on the way out, and totally passed out our last flight. Then pretty much the same on the way back. Hallelujah! Poor baby just hated our layovers both ways. He is SO stubborn and will not fall asleep, and we all know what happens with an overly tired baby. I have to admit I was in mommy heaven with a sleeping baby on me again, this is so rare with my boy. What mama doesn’t love those snuggles??
Alright here are {5} of my own tips on what worked for me flying with a 4.5 month old!

1.) When checking in, ask if it is a full flight, if it isn’t a full flight they will let you take your car seat on, {at least Southwest}. The car seat was SUCH a help for long flights.

2.) Pack at least {2-3 extra outfits}, Trent spit up SO much for some reason and we went through all our extra outfits on the way out there. Burp rags too!

3.) If you have a formula fed baby, pack the amount of bottles baby normally eats along with a few extra. Trent ate more than normal while traveling, probably just because he was overly tired and you never know if you will be delayed. PLUS Try and wait to feed till you are on the runway ready to take off for their ears, the way down Trent seemed fine on.

4.) Bring {toys} they know and love. Trent loves his rings and Sophie the giraffe right now. {Guilty} we downloaded a Bubble Guppies episode too, it would give us at least 10 minutes! Gotta do what you gotta do.

5.) Maybe this was just our first experience, but with a baby I feel like security went pretty fast! I would show up at the most 1-1.5 hours before a flight. One airport we skipped the security line because of the stroller! I had no idea that would happen. I guess it depends on the airport!


Try not to stress, honestly there has to be something about flying that just puts a baby to sleep. My stubborn, not easy going baby, passed out for parts of each flight. AND most likely you will NEVER see those people again! Babies cry it’s going to happen!

 Good luck mamas!





My name is Chelsie Overgaauw. Born in New Mexico, grew up in California, and now living my adult life in Texas. I am a 26 year old stay at home {new} mama to my sweet boy and I am married to my best friend. I have experienced a lot in life already, good and bad, and have a lot more to experience. I am a lover of cooking, writing, photography, and design. Follow along to learn more.

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