This current trip to Japan reminded me of the time David and I took Josh to Japan with us when he was about 6 months old, and we accidentally left his suitcase at home. Yes, we flat out forgot the huge suitcase stuffed with all his earthly belongings on his very first travel overseas. This little baby, who at the time weighed no more than 15 pounds, had a suitcase weighing more than 50 pounds. You already know about my penchant for covering all my possible eventualities (see my previous post on the diaper bag), so you can bet that it was stuffed full. His suitcase was bigger than mine and David’s combined.
How could this happen, you ask? I recall that my dad gave us a ride that day, and in the chaos of all three of us loading up the trunk, we each assumed that the other had grabbed Josh’s luggage. We discovered the ghastly mistake upon arrival at LAX, but by then it was too late to go back to retrieve it, so my dad scurried off avoiding any further responsibility.
Can you imagine, a new mom without her baby’s diapers, clothes, bottles, socks, formulas, and toys? My knees got weak and I began convulsing. Okay, slight exaggeration there, but you can bet that I was beside myself.
Fortunately, we called up some good friends who agreed to break into our house and drive the forgotten suitcase all the way up to LAX (thank you, Walt and Sherry!), so we were able to eventually get the bag and not miss our flight. The bad news was that due to the delay, the luggage didn’t quite make it on our flight and was put on the next flight…the next day.
United was kind enough to deliver the bag to us in Japan, but the delivery service didn’t occur for yet another day after the bag’s arrival. Bottom line: we were without Josh’s suitcase for 48 HOURS in Japan! Two days without the bag filled with a year’s worth of his stuff (did I tell you the trip was only about a week and a half long?). The horror.
Okay, so here’s where being a pack rat comes in handy: We were not completely left out in the cold, because I had my (you guessed it) diaper bag! The carry-on diaper bag probably had enough stuff to last the entire duration of our trip, so it was definitely sufficient for the two nerve-wracking days.
And guess what — they sell diapers in Japan! Japanese babies poop and pee just like their comrades in the States. Gee, what a revelation. In fact, their high-tech diapers are superior in many aspects than the Huggies at home. They keep the babies drier, and lucky for us, they seem to fit Asian baby buns more snugly.
And the Japanese jars of baby food? The best, and in such good Asian flavors! We also found some baby crackers that I ended up liking so much that we stocked up on them before going home. For me.
Japan certainly isn’t third world!
This was yet another lesson in making me more Panda than Tiger. You see, we might think that what’s familiar is the one and only way, but when we step out a bit we just might find a whole new world out there.
And it just might be even better.
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