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飞行指南有7-10个月大的

飞行7-10个月

嗨妈妈,你买了那些门票吗?你准备好摇滚吗?我知道你是。你可以做到,我会帮助你到达那里。我在宝贝J的第一年飞行了16次。我独自做了10个,我的甜蜜女孩。其中只有两个长3小时。严重地。你可以和你的宝宝一起旅行!成功的关键是您为您的小团队设计的准备和情绪。

如果你还没有买票,这里有一个快速提示:当我用宝宝独奏时,我总是买到过道席位。我可以走出座位越快,将婴儿送到浴室,更好。

也考虑你飞的时间。你能在午睡时花时间吗?或过夜,宝贝可能睡觉?

与租赁服务员交朋友!如果在某个地方有一个空座位,你想成为第一个知道的。这样,如果你用膝盖婴儿飞行,你可以搬到宝宝会有座位的自由座位(你没有’不得不付钱!)。

你有没有在飞机包装清单上检查婴儿?我已经将贸易的所有工具融为于您想要的东西,需要!

下面你会发现所有令人敬畏的技巧和诡计与你的7-10个月大?

I’不是骗你’二。飞行只会从这里变得棘手。请注意,我没有’吨说可怕或可怕或粗糙。它’s tricky. It’具有挑战性,因为宝宝正在移动更多!但你有这个。一路。下面我将其分解为3个主要部分:包装,机场和飞机上。向下滚动到您需要的东西!

让我们谈论包装:

此外,如果婴儿被引入出牙饼干,请带上那些!我始终保留一些董事会书籍,摇铃和牙戒。带来更换的垫,足够的尿布+擦拭衣服。我保留了一个单独的“健康包”,也包含药物,出牙片,以及一些布洛芬,以防一些空塑料袋,以防你得到脏污的装备。

在这个时代,我还打包了一张旅行野餐垫,或者是一个大毯子,用于平面和等待飞机。我们的宝贝喜欢搬家,所以我试图为她的安全广场提供这个选项,直接肮脏的机场地板!一旦他们袭击了小孩,就会有很多粗暴。我喜欢将它传播出来,让婴儿在路边或在等待飞行时滚动。

我检查我的汽车座椅:我确实买了一个封面。盖子很好地适合并将汽车座椅转换成汽车座椅“背包”,以便我可以轻松提升。航空公司不会向您收取检查婴儿车/汽车座椅。然而,如果它损坏,他们就不会报销。这就是为什么我们买了保护者。你也可以把它包裹在一个大垃圾桶里。如果你没有看到它脱离行李索赔,不要吓坏怪异。汽车座椅的许多次乘坐轿车座位。去那里看看它!

我带着巨大的婴儿车和门检查:再次,我所采取的所有航班都很长。如果我自己,婴儿车会拯救我。很多时候,我穿着婴儿载体的时候,在婴儿载体中,我把我的尿布袋放在婴儿车里。这节省了我的背部,较大的时间。或者,当我吃饭时,我在婴儿车里放在婴儿车里,或者只是为了小便而没有她紧紧抓住我!标记它并让服务员在登机时处理它。

宝宝穿什么: 舒适的东西。我把她放在含义中,所以她的腹部并没有不断出来。我也把她留在裤子和袜子里。我带了一件毛衣。我也发现格伯的训练裤,飞机很棒。我在尿布上扔了一个,如果有任何便便的爆炸(会有,机舱压力会照顾你的ya!)那么它的混乱少。如果发生这种情况,我将塑料裤子和尿布扔掉。希望衣服不会弄脏,但如果它确实如此,你已经打包了衣服的变化!

我穿什么: 我可以用载体轻松拉下来的裤子(如果你摇摆它,你需要将婴儿戴在浴室里)。这通常意味着一对运动裤。我层后,T恤和毛衣。我穿舒适的鞋子。

如何使用7-10个月

现在你在机场!

- 有足够的时间。你现在有一个婴儿。你不需要感到匆忙。

- 现在是时候采用Namaste,或寒意或放松或游戏面或无论您需要做的事情,以保持平静的时候了。你的宝宝是一个情绪化的晴雨表。如果你被强调,他们会感受到。如此扼杀在战利品中,知道你有这个。信心妈妈,你为此做好了准备!

- 如果在机场下车的伙伴可以帮助你,很棒!利用他们将所有宝宝的好东西拖到办理登机手中。

- 确定您正在检查的内容,并继续安全。

- 通过安全性地抱歉。通知他们母乳/公式。他们会把你的包拉一边,并“检查”它以确保它是安全的。由于宝宝在你身上,他们很可能也拍拍你。我知道,我知道......妈妈带着宝宝?她没有伤害任何人,而是随着流程而变得越来越多。

- 为安全性做出,做任何您需要做的事情。我为自己买了额外的水。我撒尿了。我散发出野餐垫并创造一个“区域”,让宝宝在门口播放,直到它是船上的时候。

- 当被称为“父母的小孩子”时,我会在飞机上进入飞机,我设置了所有的东西。对我来说,这意味着完全了解安抚奶嘴,小吃,改变垫,尿布和瓶子。我拔出一切,把它推到座椅口袋里。我困扰着我的尿布袋上面。 - 然后我走到飞机的背部,并在载体中与婴儿一起弹。或者我让她在空座位上爬行。我看到它的方式,我才能坐在座位上的方式,更好

你’在空中,你有这个!

飞机上没有规则。我们根据需要救出所有零食,液体和罪的电视。

7-10个月,您的辣妹可能会对屏幕/设备感兴趣。做它!它’好吧!虽然他们可能赢了’在他们的耳机上弹出并调整电影,您可以使用应用程序甚至是您的画廊的创意。  以下是您航班的一些繁忙的提示/玩具:

  • 在手机上下载一些婴儿友好的应用程序。有简单的自由之类“弹出气球或泡沫”这可能只是让宝宝刺激的足够有趣。
  • 投资一个安静或繁忙的书。这些宝石是为了让宝宝感兴趣。它们由织物制成,在每页上都有令人兴奋的活动。我记得宝贝J.喜欢玩毡面,魔术贴,触摸所有不同的纹理按钮。
  • 在手机上使用图库!宝贝夫人喜欢观看自己的视频(非常徒劳无功?),也可以通过照片刷新。
  • 创造性思考。我们喜欢用柱子垫撕裂并粘在托盘桌上,她会把它们撕掉。它让她忙于一个懒散的时间。

- 飞机正在起飞和降落,确保宝宝吮吸一些东西。这将有助于他们的耳朵流行并调整压力变化。

- 我不看一下时钟。我只是专注于娱乐和留在此刻。我们将以一种方式通过它。不要担心周围的脾气暴躁。你有一个婴儿。你必须得到你要去的地方,你要尽力而为。担心控制他们的不适/情绪是无意义的。专注于你的小家庭。

- 在至少一个浴室中更换桌子。如果不是(我是一架没有一次的旧飞机),我在马桶座的封闭盖上铺设了一条毯子。

-baby J.只在飞机上睡得很好。这意味着在她放弃之前,我必须在其中反弹她。在一班飞行中,每次我试图坐下时都会醒来。所以我站了起来。三个小时。我读了我的手机上的Kindle。

- 让您的时间下船,并检查以确保您拥有所有的好东西。我们在上一班航班上离开了我们的Elmo毛绒玩具。确实很伤心。

你现在准备飞!我希望你的第一次旅行很好,如果有打嗝,不要劝阻。一步一步地工作。随着宝宝的增长,你旅行的方式也是如此。随着我们带到天空,公路旅行和婴儿的生活中,享受婴儿系列的其余旅行。

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  1. 吉娜 说

    2018年8月26日在下午4:33

    我喜欢你所说的不是看着时钟,而是只关注娱乐你的孩子。谢谢你的乐于助人的提示。我是一个ftm,并在拳头时使用7个1/2个月。

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    • Lindsay Swoboda. 说

      2020年2月29日下午9:04

      我希望你有这么多的很多好旅行!我打赌你现在是旅行专业人士。

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  2. Ariel. 说

    2019年12月29日在下午4:03

    伟大的提示!谢谢! -

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    • Lindsay Swoboda. 说

      2月29日,2020年下午9:03

      不客气!我很高兴你发现它有用。我知道我们的第一次旅行是如此可怕,直到我弄清楚如何做好准备

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当我拔出我的纸浆并退后一步, 当我拔出我的纸浆并退后一步,oman in a sparkly mask grins at me. I can tell she is grinning by the crinkle of the corners of her eyes.

“Your kids are so cute,” she says.
“Thank you so much!” I say, and she asks me their ages and tells me about her grandkids. 

Then she says, “I can’t believe it has been a year of this.” 
“I know.” I reply. She shakes her head, we exchange another crinkly smile and move on.

After I place the groceries in the van I head to push the cart in line with the others at the return. A man is there and I pause to let him go first. “No, you go on,” he says. I nod gratefully, balancing the baby on my hip and then grabbing my big girl’s hand to walk back to the van.

“We’re coming up on a year,” he says. “Yes.” I say, but it feels incomplete. I turn back and say, “I hope you have a good day.” He waves.

When I get home from our grocery trip I see them, the posts just like this one. We’re all processing this pandemic year. I scroll back through my writing from 2020 and I find my initial battle cry to get through this. I wrote, “Life- it perseveres. Love- it can break through our fear. Who will we be?” 

Here we are a year later, and I wonder- am who I hoped I would be?

I think I was less. I think I was more. 

Last night my husband and I finished watching WandaVision on our grey couch. (spoiler alert) Vision tells Wanda “It can’t be all sorrow can it?...What is grief if not love persevering?” I squeezed Ryan’s hand, and I kept holding it until we said good night.

Maybe I had it right last year. Maybe I had it wrong. Maybe it is, as I’m learning all of life is- a continuous circle of both/and. Life does persevere. 
But I think it does because of love.

Who was I last year?

I was a mom that lost her patience and also played. I was a spouse that felt thankful and annoyed. I was a woman that lost hope and fought to find it. I touched grief and capacity, I reset over and over. 
I reckoned and I adapted and I forgave and I felt rage. 

And I know that I loved. 

I know that I love.
宝宝在我面前摆动了在我面前 宝宝在我面前摆动了在我面前 mint patch. Everyone told me not to plant it last year. “Keep it in a pot,” they said. “Mint is invasive.”

They were right. It has taken over much of the plot I placed it in. It dares to go beyond its borders too. One of its green leaves reaches out to us, snaking across the brown and yellow tufts of grass. The baby squeals and reaches back, batting at the mint with his fingertips. 

It is 60 degrees today, a gift in the depth of winter. From morning till late afternoon we push the sliding glass door to the back yard, open and shut. First for bubbles, then toys. On our third venture, we lose our shoes. 

I crush a mint leaf under the baby’s nose. He swipes it and tries to cram it in his mouth. Then he flings it and pushes back against me, craning his neck to hear the mockingbird that’s landed in the bare branches above us. He remembers I’m behind him and grins, then he pulls forward and grabs his toes. Her bare feet appear next to him. My daughter crouches to pluck leaves. 

The door slides again. I grab a blanket so we can stay out longer. Soon the kids are both on top of me, intertwined. Like mint, their take over is expected. Each day I work to welcome them.

This post is part of a blog hop with @exhale.creativity an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind @coffeeandcrumbs 
Head to my blog❤️ to see the next post in this series “280 Words”.
我让我的丈夫拍了一个我的新爆头 我让我的丈夫拍了一个我的新爆头st weekend. It was a victory to do my hair for the second time in 2021, put on real clothing, and to pause in the cycle of family duties to ask for something for my professional life.

And yet.

I didn’t stop there. The photo was required for a new writing adventure and after we did that, I sent out an email I’ve been dreaming of sending. The timing wasn’t right for me to send it last year and I knew it. 

And yet.

It would be fun and glamorous to say that time is resolved and the way is clear to try for a new dream now but in full transparency, time still feels thin. I am scared of what could be. We have a young demanding baby, homeschool, and a husband that’s lining up TDYs. We’re still living in the midst of a never ending pandemic, I don’t have a rhythm as a mother of two, and childcare? What’s that?!

Do we get to dream again? Do we get to say yes? Does anyone else feel like it’s really hard to change right now? 

And yet.

I prayed and talked to all the nearest and dearest cheerleaders in my life and my mom said it best to me this week. As she heard both hope and frustration in my voice she said, “Lindsay- you have always done the things you’ve dreamed of even when you were fearful. I think if you’re fearful it means you are on the right path.”

Here’s to the nudges we get. Here’s to honoring them if we can. Here’s to approaching them with kindness toward ourselves and patience for the journey ahead. 

What dream did you put on a shelf last year? Do you have the capacity to dust it off yet?
这是过去一年的10月左右的时候 这是过去一年的10月左右的时候ter looked at me across her lunch and said, “mommy sometimes it doesn’t feel like you smile much anymore.” 

That night I asked my husband if the observation of a five year old carried weight. 
“Well you just had a baby,” was what he said.
“Yeah, in July,” I responded. 
“And that means we’re coming out of the fourth trimester,” he said.
The baby snuffled in his crib beside our bed before letting out a wail.

As October melted into the holidays, I broke out my journal. I started working out. I revisited an essay. I made things with my sewing machine. I watched fun movies and we ate good food. I chased the activities that generally pull me up and out of a slump. Most of what I tried was a temporary hit of happiness, like how my morning coffee masks the four hours of sleep I got, and yet without also adding water after the caffeine, I’m just as exhausted (if not more) a few hours later.

Sometime after Christmas I realized that all of my pushing and pulling to get back to where I was- that wasn’t possible. 

I had to stop trying to be Lindsay pre-pandemic, Lindsay pre-two kids, Lindsay pre-moving back to the United States after 9 years overseas.

I had to accept I’ve changed. 
I have to accept I’ve changed.

It is hard to let go of what’s not serving us. It’s hard to rebuild confidence, routines, (restore baby- worn pelvic floors) delve deeper into our faith and discover that it is not about moving back to who we were but getting curious of who we can be if we step forward.

Am I smiling more? I believe so. I believe I’m beginning to find lightness again. 
To not just chase delight but to notice it, invest in it, and to fight for it. 
Forward is where you’ll find me.
更加美味不太分心 more rest less reeli 更加美味不太分心
more rest less reeling 
more experiment less expectation 
more capacity less crumbling
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These are my desires, my dreams, my goals for 2021. 
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My daughter took this photo of me on Christmas- during a moment when I felt true delight.
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I have always enjoyed picking a Word of the Year. It’s like a lamp post in the dark, making a circle of hope to move forward. Are you having a hard time moving forward? Moving on? Going anywhere? I am.
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In January 2020 I wrote this: “BREATHE is my 2020 word of the year. With all of the past few months of chaos, I’m starting to use my breath to calm myself down and refocus. If I can’t control anything else, I can stop and control my breath.”
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There was a lot of feeling out of control last year. There was breathing through labor. There was breathing into pillows out of frustration, anxiety, and sorrow. I breathed in the smell of nature on hikes, I breathed in the air of my home over and over and over again- and the sweet smell of my children’s hair. Breathe did help me pause. It helped me catch up and calm down. It served me well.
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In 2021, I want to remember how to love my life. There’s been a lot of head down and get through it. And while that is sometimes necessary, it doesn’t feel like living to me. 
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I need permission to DELIGHT again. 
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With this word goal comes the excitement of taking stock, being intentional, breaking the pattern, coming out of the slump. Finding what’s best instead of what’s easy.
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 The best place to start feels like turning down the noise. I heard the saying this year that we need to put down our phones to pick up our life.
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So I’ll see you in a month, friends. I’ll be checking my email. Feel free to send me a message at hello@upliftinganchor.com. 
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Do you pick a word of the year?
当我们走过威廉斯堡时,大门是 当我们走过威廉斯堡时,大门是 adorned with holiday wreaths. Dried oranges, seashells, fresh evergreen boughs. My husband and I walked arm and arm and took in the rare splendor of being alone and out of the house for twenty-six uninterrupted hours. 
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And I almost forgot how the people we walked by only gave glimpses of their eyes. I almost forgot all the hand sanitizing stations and how strange it was to pick up nourishment from a restaurant- walking past the empty tables and out with steaming bags. I stood six feet back whilst ordering a cafe au lait and biscotti after lunch. We touched the keypad in the elevator with our elbows.
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But as we walked through the historic homes, there it was, the reminder that stopped me. That jutted in with pain and longing. A mask dangling from a post. It lifted and fell in the winter breeze. 
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It made me feel strange. My stomach didn’t just knot- it twisted into swirls like the fancy towel animals that (were) on cruise ships. 
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I still can’t comprehend all that’s happened. When I try to think about it, my brain reaches around memories, months, headlines, and it can’t hold it. I can’t make sense of it. It’s like trying to zip up a jacket that’s too small, stuffing in all the pieces and bursting at the seams.
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As I stood there, I also watched families walk by holding hands. I heard chatter and laughter. Children chased each other. We’re still finding a way to carry on. There is still love and goodness and kindness alongside aching sorrow and fatigue. 
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I can’t hold this time. I can’t forget what I’m experiencing now. But I can’t stop thinking about how we once lived either. The caution I threw to the wind. I miss that. I miss making snap decisions and spontaneous delight. I have forgotten how to flex those muscles, the ones that make me feel truly alive. 
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When will I reclaim them? Will I remember how?
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11 “Something forgotten”// #thirtydaysofgrateful with @exhale.creativity and @calliefeyen
我今天看着我们的照片 - 我22和他23岁( 我今天看着我们的照片 - 我22和他23岁(scroll through to our courthouse wedding!) and I just thought, “wow those babies had no idea what would happen, what would test them, how they could hurt and heal each other, and how they would learn to come back to each other over and over again.”
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Marriage is amazing, and it’s hard. There is still so much we want to do with our lives, and I love looking both back and forward with him. 
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We have moved six times together, lived on four continents, added two children, and endured five deployments. We’re working our way through this pandemic, he’s pursuing his bachelor’s in the wee hours of raising kids and serving in the military, and still cheering me on to make time for writing. We are delighting in our kids and making time to create a family culture we are proud of.
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This past week was our 12 year anniversary, and we got away together for about 26 life-giving hours (thank you Mom and Dad Swo). We stayed at a hotel, picked up food, hiked a trail- and while all of that was great- mostly I marveled at how much I felt at ease with my husband. I felt delighted at how our time together felt full of conversation, confidence, love, dreams, warmth, and silliness. 
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I’m grateful to not only grow old with him- but to grow with him in general. He is the one person that truly knows all sides of me, and loves me in spite of them all.
第一个结局!加入主持我这个独奏epis 第一个结局!加入主持我这个独奏episode where we unpack Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, give ourselves permission to change up the plan, and make a good list. 
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If you've been a listener this season, THANK YOU! To create anything this year, AND to share it, feels like a feat. I still can't believe I was able to see this creative project from start to finally---a finish! 
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I learned that we can keep trying creative endeavors, and I have decided Season Two of #thechoosingbravepodcast is HAPPENING!
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Celebrating YOU and whatever your next brave step is.
今年在这里有很好的东西。 20件事到 今年在这里有很好的东西。 20件事到 be exact.
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moving to Virginia after nine years overseas// picnics in our new van// hiking in all seasons// birthing our son// raising and releasing butterflies
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sewing a new quilt for our daughter// falling in love with homeschooling// finding real friendships here despite the pandemic// launching a podcast (and the creative balm this was)// going to regular teletherapy appointments 
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starting to write again after I couldn't find words for so long// laughing with my husband in the kitchen// talking to my sister, sister in law, and bestie on the phone + my mama and mother in law- I was separate but still surrounded by good women// going to Myrtle Beach with my parents// throwing an at-home USMC ball
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The Green Ember series// gardening (having a backyard in general!)// learning to just GO ON THAT WALK when stress starts to rise// access to book pick up at the library// twinkle lights in the living room all year long.
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Thank you for these 20, year 2020. This has been a chapter of holding grief and light too. May we continue to encourage each other to show up each day and give grace.
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