We had bottles, nappies, wipes, bags, blankets, even drugs... Everything we could possibly think to bring, and expected that we would need all of it. If Ava's previous form was anything to go by, they would've kicked us all off the plane.
Somehow, though, Ava was a picture of innocence and serenity. Not once did she make a fuss. She spent more time asleep than I think I ever have - in all my flights - slept on a plane. I'm chalking it up to the amount of time Megan spent in the air while pregnant, but really I have no idea how Ava remained so calm throughout the whole ordeal.
It was a fair bit of effort, though. We carried her everywhere in a carrier, and made sure she had all of the blankets that she's used to so we could swaddle her up all nice & cosy when we needed to. We also took a whole pile of nappies - way more than we needed, but as always, better safe than sorry - as well as all the bottles we could carry, and an extra tin of formula. It all came in handy when we had a 4 hour layover in Singapore on the way back and Ava had consumed everything we'd prepared for her - a whole day's worth in one 7 hour flight! So there I was scrubbing & drying bottles in the tiny parents' room of Changi's T2 (if you're in the same boat, take the train to T3... It'll be worth it), making up more bottles with our tin of formula. It felt wrong to be carrying so much liquid & white powder through an airport, but no one at all cared.
I was amazed at how well she was behaved on her first international flight, and now that she's completed four of them, I'm beginning to think it's not just luck - she might actually be a really good traveller!