Naomi had her experience with her first flight from LA to FIJI to SYDNEY. By some stroke of fate, we were blessed that they had given up our seats with a bassinet to someone else who “medically” needed it. They compensated us by moving us to business class.

I won’t lie, initially I was pissed they gave up our bassinet seats, and then I felt nervous about bringing a baby into business class. Would she be that crying baby on the plane everyone tries to avoid sitting by? Those poor rich souls.

To my surprise, Naomi was such a great baby the whole way from LA to FIJI. Even a passenger complimented her when he got off the plane. She really was a good baby.

The best baby in the whole world, and Chris and I have her. Thats what I kept thinking.

Until some time settled in, and I realized my happy go lucky baby was no more. The time difference was brutal on Naomi, which in turn was brutal for us. We got up 3 times a night from her crying. And truly, it was unfair of us to expect her to sleep when her body told her its play time.

Exhaustion settled in not long after our first day. I already wished we were home. My fussy baby cried like I have never heard before. And my heart broke. I felt like it was torturous for her.

Those Fijian Mei Mei’s on Castaway Island were in love with her. If they weren’t they definitely had me fooled. We left her in their care for 2 hours one night to have dinner, but the whole entire time I missed her.

She came home older, wiser, more attached. My independent baby still likes to play on the ground by herself, but not for nearly as long as she used to. She likes the presence of people more than a dog. And she’s more excited to see and pet animals than anyone else I know. She can be restless with tired eyes, but will still crack her beautiful smile.

We do have a perfect child. And I definitely feel so blessed. How did we get so lucky?!