Max’s first flight was at 6 weeks old, the passport ink barely dry. This was just a short flight from Vancouver to LA, albeit I was flying alone with him. I remember sitting in the airport, baby on my lap gurgling away, our gear overflowing onto the adjacent seats and floor. The baby bag was stuffed with enough baby clothes and miscellaneous supplies to last a month. Being a mom was still very new to me, and I hadn't yet mastered the art of 'Le Baby Bag' (yes, there is such a thing). So here I am, sitting in the airport waiting area, a travel scene I was very familiar with, and it hit me. I looked around and saw a young woman sipping a latte and chatting on her phone. Another woman was curled up against her boyfriend reading a magazine. A man across from me was working away on his computer. A gangly teenager was sprawled on the floor, backpack under his head, quietly napping. I saw another couple in the airport wine bar, sipping the first of 3 flutes, laughing and obviously excited for their big adventure ahead. Max had started crying and I was trying to feed him, awkwardly assisting him with the somewhat still new task of latching on, while not fully exposing myself to those around me. I broke out into a sweat, fearful that the crying was disturbing others in the waiting area, and also nervous that the man on his computer was staring at an exposed nipple. All of sudden I yearned for a latte and a laptop. I wanted to be sitting in the wine bar sipping the first of 3 flutes. I wanted to be the one napping on the floor (well, not really, but moreso I wanted the option of napping if I wanted). A frantic 30 seconds later (I swear it felt like hours), Max finally latched on, the screaming stopped and I was able to cover myself from laptop guy (who probably wasn’t even looking in the first place). Max soon glided off into a dream state, and miraculously, stayed sleeping the whole time. Of course I did need a bit of help stowing my bags and doing up my seat belt. I also wasn’t able to eat or go to the washroom with sleeping baby on my lap. BUT, we made it. Our first flight with just baby and mama wasn’t so bad. Little did I know that traveling with a “newborn” was going to be the easiest stage!