We had to fly three times, from Malang (my hometown in Java island) to Jakarta (a 1-hour flight), then from Jakarta to Doha (an 8-hour flight) and finally from Doha to Zagreb (a 6-hour flight).
Our first big flight from Jakarta to Doha was around midnight, so my mom decided to fly with us to Jakarta to give me a hand. I decided to fly to Jakarta early and book us a room in the airport hotel so the kids will be rested for the big flight.
Our local flight to Jakarta was on Saturday at 1pm (GMT+7) when the kids and I said goodbye to my dad. Goodbyes are always hard, but it was probably the hardest for my toddler to say goodbye to him. She's attached to him the most. Probably because she doesn't have grandfather in Croatia.
|May 13, 13:16 (GMT+7), we took of from Malang, flying above the south coast line of Java|
|May 13, 16:05 (GMT+7), the toddler was busy with her coloring books in the hotel room|
|May 13, 16:56 (GMT+7), I went swimming with my toddler while my mom was taking care of the baby|
The hotel offers free shuttle to the airport so we went to the airport with the one at 9pm to be safe. After passing the security check, the kids and I (and two huge suitcases and one small one) went to line for checking in while my mom was waiting outside of the departure area. There were a million of people in the queue. After 15 minutes of waiting and still a mile away from the counter, my toddler needed to pee. She said she can't hold it anymore. We had to leave the queue, heading to the toilet with the whole trolley full of stuff which barely fit in the restroom. I assisted the toddler in the uber tiny toilet while carrying the baby on my chest with the ring sling.
Ten minutes later we're back at the queue, which was longer than before. We had to start all over again and wait farther than we actually were before the toilet break. Two minutes of waiting, a gentleman in the airline's uniform came to me and nicely asked me to come to the first-class check in counter which was, of course, empty. Yup, a nice early mother's day treat.
Checked in, big suitcases gone, we came back outside to my mom. She was already accompanied by her sister, my aunt, who came while we're inside. We went to have dinner together, and my toddler fell asleep on my mom's lap. At around 11pm, I decided to head to the gate because we'd be boarding in 20 minutes. And it came the moment we all hate. Another goodbye. Another tearful goodbye with my mom, an hour before mother's day.
My toddler was half asleep when we came to the security check again, so a security guy took her and carried her until we found another trolley so I can drive her in. We waved to my mom and my aunt for the last time, and went to the gate. We passed the immigration check quickly, with just one question from the officer "Do you do this often? Traveling with them alone??" to which I smiled a little and shortly said "No".
|May 13, 23:21 (GMT+7), she said her shoes hurt her so from this point on she had no shoes at all|
|May 13, 23:27 (GMT+7), we were entering gate D9 at Soekarno-Hatta Airport|
|May 14, 00:27 (GMT+7), the toddler enjoying activity book that the baby got from the crew|
|May 14, 06:31 (GMT+7), we woke up to breakfast, six hours into the flight, two hours to go!|
|May 14, 08:31 (GMT+7), Captain announced landing position, she put on her socks ready to get out|
|May 14, 09:17 (GMT+7), driving in the electric buggy to the transfer area|
|May 14, 09:58 (GMT+7), the toddler wanted a muffin so I took coffee for myself. Happy mother's day!|
At this point the toddler was already nervous, she kept asking when will daddy pick us up. I kept explaining to her that we need to board on one more plane, and every single time she'd make sad faces. We finally boarded on time and seated on 8B and 8C, the bassinet row. Gold! Huge leg room. The toddler was frustrated because she wanted to watch Trolls but the headset provided by the airline was too big for her so it kept falling off her head. She then chose to sleep. The baby fell asleep on my lap and I transferred her to the bassinet. Breakfast was served and I had my mother's day breakfast in peace.
|May 14, 12:06 (GMT+7), she missed her breakfast|
|May 14, 15:29 (GMT+7), two hours before landing, both are awake and both are busy|
|May 14, 17:57 (GMT+7), Zagreb, finally! Happy dance!|
Compared to the problematic trip to Indonesia, this one was definitely piece of cake! It could be because the universe wanted to send me the best mother's day gift, or it could be simply because people are the most helpful when they see a mother alone with kids. It was definitely the trip of my life. One memorable mother's day. Now I'd go back to sleep because this jetlag is killing me.