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It's 9pm, I'm starring at a small B/W monitor and biting my nails.
Every small squeak, cracking or neighbour slamming doors make my heart jumps.

If there's a phobia for being scare of waking up a baby, I'm surely would be diagnose that.
Afterall, the rest of the night, which means my sleep and well being of the following day depends on this critical window between 9 and 10 pm when we waits for the little one to fall into deep sleep.

I'm really looking forward to moving to our new house where the closest neighbour lives 30-40 m and not 2 m away with a thin door in between from where the little alarm clock sleeps.

Well first of all we did use 2/3 of what I packed so it's not too bad.
The flights over to Sweden went pretty smoothly with 1hr transfer time in Oslo. Timing with sleep and feeds works perfectly and he was just cranky for 5mins on the second flight.

The return trip was as I fear. 1hr delay of the first flight (thanks SAS) caused a cranky wee guy, a wet nappy and 2 heavy poop nappies.
I didn't mind before but now I hate 'normal' people using handicap/change table toilets and block it for those who have to use it. With the increasing amount of people travelling with babies, they should add more toilets of those kind.
On the other hand, I love the change table in the toilet on board. It's small but it's clean and it does what you need. Yup the little one exploaded in the boarding queue and it leaked!!!


Security at Gardemoen is not as friendly as I expected. They were insisting on stripping the little one and the baby carrier out of me for a body search until I explained to them that with the delay of the last flight there's not much time for me to catch the connecting flight home.

What surprised me the most is all the helpful 'dads' along the way who offer to help us with lifting the luggage. Made our trip so much more easier.