For the past six weeks, I’ve been navigating uncharted territory: Babyland. I had my first child at the end of November and it’s been quite a trip. In fact, having a baby reminds me of traveling for four reasons.
1. I’m totally jetlagged. I do get sleep, but it’s not during the hours that I’m used to (i.e. nighttime). I’m living in NYC but sleeping as though I was in Hawaii. I have that groggy, jet-lagged feeling, but I’m slowly adjusting to it as all new moms eventually do.
2. I’m wearing my “airplane jeans.” On almost all of the flights I’ve taken for the past two years, I’ve worn a pair of jeans that’s a little big and very low-waisted for maximum comfort. Economy seats are restricting enough — I don’t need my jeans to be. Well, now I’m wearing them because they’re the only ones that fit post-baby, sigh…
3. I don’t speak the language. I’m trying my best to understand the different cries, but it’s hard. If only there was some kind of dictionary that explained all of the various baby noises, not to mention how to talk back. One phrase I really wish I could communicate to my son: “Your bottle will be ready in a minute!”
4. I’m constantly taking photos. For me, taking pictures is a big part of travel. Sometimes I even need to remind myself to put the camera away because I don’t want to limit my experience to being stuck behind the lens. Well, I’m not taking as many pictures as I did in say, Cappodocia, but that’s just because my little subject usually has his eyes closed. Believe me, I’m still taking a ton!