Saturday, 8 February 2014; Three Hundred and Thirteen Days Old.

All things considered, Ayla was a dream on our journey back home today.

Thankfully Ayla had somehow managed to sleep in two five hour stints last night, she even got in a 30 minute morning nap as well, so I took comfort in the fact I wasn’t boarding the plane with an overtired baby.

Just a teething, hyperactive, hungry one.

Ayla is still refusing to eat food and I’m worried I don’t have the milk she needs to keep her full and happy. I’m starting to think that might be why Ayla seems constantly on the go lately… I know that when I’m hungry I certainly can’t relax!

On the other hand, and most likely, it’s probably teething. `Ayla’s top gum is riddled with lumps and bumps and I’m pretty sure I can see four definite teeth trying to push through.

If I’m right, and Ayla has four li’l toofie-pegs coming through at once I owe the girl a medal, not a rousing!

Whatever it is though, Ayla was generally happy on the plane. I was grateful for two air hostesses with a passion for cute babies who happily held and played with Ayla during the journey, and I was grateful to a grandma from Jabiru who was next to me. Oh! And I am eternally grateful for having a spare seat in our row!