Post by Joanna Montgomery
We recently flew with our baby from Nashville to Chicago. We didn't think much of it. It was a short flight, and little Maggs had flown with us several times before. NBD, right? I had her diaper bag carefully stocked. Bottles, diapers, wipes, snacks, toys, a change of clothes ... I had thought of it all. Or at least I thought I had thought of it all. Then, as the flight attendant announced that we had been cleared for take-off and we started to taxi down the runway, I reached into my daughter's bag to grab a bottle. One of the first tips we had been given about traveling with a baby was to have a bottle ready during ascent and descent to alleviate air pressure in the ears. This time, however, I had forgotten one little detail. The nipple for the bottle. Holy shit. Image may be NSFW.
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We recently flew with our baby from Nashville to Chicago. We didn't think much of it. It was a short flight, and little Maggs had flown with us several times before. NBD, right? I had her diaper bag carefully stocked. Bottles, diapers, wipes, snacks, toys, a change of clothes ... I had thought of it all. Or at least I thought I had thought of it all. Then, as the flight attendant announced that we had been cleared for take-off and we started to taxi down the runway, I reached into my daughter's bag to grab a bottle. One of the first tips we had been given about traveling with a baby was to have a bottle ready during ascent and descent to alleviate air pressure in the ears. This time, however, I had forgotten one little detail. The nipple for the bottle. Holy shit. Image may be NSFW.
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