Don’t do it. Just don’t. This is what I found myself hearing when I told people my plan. Friends, co-workers, other mothers. One bluntly threw in that “he won’t even remember”. Another called me “crazy”. With post-pregnancy hormones coursing through me, and doubt creeping into even the most basic decisions in my life, this wasn’t the response I needed.
But with almost all of my family living 10,000 miles away in Australia yet to meet my son – only four months old – I couldn’t listen to their advice. I was embarking on a trip Down Under, just myself and my little boy, no matter the challenge. I can tell you now that it’s a trek, it’s tough, but it was worth it – and I urge anyone considering travel like this to take the chance.
