Traveling with a Newborn: Our Family’s First Trip

Starting small worked for our family of three

In 2022, as the leaves began to brighten and curl, we started planning our first trip as a family of three. My husband and I took plenty of adventures together as a couple: Paris, Chamonix, Key West, the Pacific Northwest, the Appalachians, the Rockies, and many more. But with our newborn daughter, we knew we needed to rewind back to the basics.

So, we started close to home. Very close to home. Pella, Iowa, is located just 45 minutes east of our hometown, Urbandale. It features a small-but-charming downtown square and a nearby lake — the largest in Iowa — to hike along. We were familiar with the hike, and both the outdoor and downtown legs would be bite-sized experiences to make a manageable overnight.

Hiking is almost always on our trip itineraries. This was true before our daughter was born, and it’s still true as a family of three. We encountered this lovely scene on a hike in Lake Red Rock State Park in October of 2022.

At this point in the story, you might expect a turn: the moment when I reveal that our simple trip wasn’t as simple as it seemed (especially after my last post about our antics on the way to Duluth). But that’s not the case this time. In fact, our plan of starting small and working our way up to more elaborate trips has been mostly successful — which isn’t to say we haven’t encountered comical and highly preventable errors along the way. 

Starting small gave us the opportunity to ease into our new family travel style close to home. We learned what worked for us and translated that learning into longer trips down the road. Here’s a rundown of our first trip, and what we learned on the way:

What We Learned in Pella

  • Breastfeed in the car before hotel check-in
  • Feed and pump on the go to avoid frequent hotel stops
  • Book a hotel with a full-size fridge, sink, and couch

Breastfeeding was the name of the game back in October of 2022. It was the thread that ran through our lives no matter our location or activity. When we planned our trip to Pella, our top consideration wasn’t the proximity of interesting restaurants or how many stars the hotel had earned. It was accommodating our breastfeeding schedule.

The first obstacle came soon enough. As a couple, we never spent too much time fretting over our check-in time. But while breastfeeding, the gap between arrival and check-in matters. Our hotel, GrandStay Hotel & Suites Pella (now Links Bos Landen Hotel & Spa of Pella) had a typical check-in time of 3 p.m. But we wanted to make the most of the day, so we hit the road early, right after a morning feeding. This wouldn’t be a matter of calling and asking to check in an hour early (which we’ve done under other circumstances), so we knew we needed a creative spot to feed.

Our solution was actually quite simple. We took a pause right in the parking lot of the hotel and fed our daughter in the car. Since check-in was still hours off, there was no one around. I would be lying if I said I have crystal clear memories of this particular feeding, but in this case, that can only be a good thing. Unmemorable means no disasters.

We ended up doing multiple feedings in the car over the next several months, and the set-up was always pretty straight forward: 

  1. Nurse in the passenger seat with a cover
  2. Diaper change in the backseat with our portable changing station
  3. Pump in the passenger seat, using the armrest as a surface
  4. Store pumped milk in the cooler bag that came with our pump

During our trip to Pella, I also ended up pumping in a cramped coffee shop restroom (my husband bottle fed our daughter at our table). Pumping in a restroom is never ideal, but it was also unavoidable in this situation. Pumping on the go allowed us to explore more than an hour-ish at a time without driving back to our hotel. I cover more details about pumping in restrooms, when necessary, in my series about traveling to Las Vegas. I have a lot of mixed feelings about the topic that deserve a post of their own.

After pumping, we had a great time taking photos with the windmill in Pella’s town square, perusing novelty shops, and trying sweets at Jaarsma bakery (don’t leave without a Dutch letter).

A friendly passerby took this photo of our family of three in Pella, Iowa, in October of 2022.

That night, we checked into our hotel and found everything we needed in our room. The room wasn’t especially luxurious (at least before the hotel changed hands), but we weren’t looking for anything fancy. We were less focused on the vibe and more focused on our necessities: a full refrigerator, a kitchen sink, and a couch.

Arguably, my number one tip for traveling with a baby while pumping is to book a hotel with a full refrigerator, instead of just a minifridge. A minifridge might be adequate to keep breastmilk cold, but it won’t re-freeze an icepack. If you’re planning to travel with breastmilk on hand, you’ll need the right tools to keep that milk cold. Of course, if you’re exclusively breastfeeding, the full fridge matters less.

The kitchen sink isn’t a requirement, but it’s nice to have a separate area to sanitize your pump parts, bottles, etc. Most hotels with a full fridge will also offer this perk. Finally, the couch allows you to set up a spacious feeding/pumping station. I had terrible luck whenever I tried to pump or feed in bed, and couches offer more space and surface than an armchair.

We ended our night at El Charro Mexican Grill. I wasn’t impressed by the food, but as a vegetarian, I can only speak to a sliver of the menu. Although the meal was mediocre, we enjoyed the atmosphere and, above all else, we basked in the rare night out. Our daughter came with us, and we set her carrier in the booth, where she happily napped while we ate. Afterwards, all went well overnight, as we rested up for day number two.

What We Learned at Red Rock State Park

  • Don’t forget the wearable baby carrier for hiking
  • Paved trails can be an alternative
  • Baby-wearing hikes are slower and shorter but still worth it and a great workout

I left out one detour in my description of our day in Pella: the panicked trip to Wal-Mart. We realized when we got to Pella that we forgot to pack our wearable baby carrier. It was a hand-me-down gift from my sister-in-law, and we were excited to give it a try.

I love hiking, and the experience is only improved by baby snuggles. We tried our carrier out for the first time at Red Rock State Park in October of 2022.

During past trips as a couple, hiking was always on the itinerary. We never worried much about whether the trail was paved or rugged. We took it as it came.

As new parents, hiking definitely wasn’t impossible, but it was more complicated. Rugged trails are usually a no-go for strollers, and long trails with elevation change can be tough while baby-wearing for the non-athletic outdoors enthusiast. In this case, we weren’t sure if we would find a paved trail, but we knew we wanted to hike.

We’re not in the habit of replacing everything we forget while traveling (that would be an expensive habit), but we made an exception in Pella. The Wal-Mart in town had our carrier (the Infantino Flip 4-In-1 Convertible Baby Carrier) in stock at a reasonable price, and we hadn’t paid for the original in the first place. So, we swung by to pick one up.

(A quick note to acknowledge that we’re now boycotting Wal-Mart, after they rolled back their diversity and inclusion policies late last year, before Trump took office. It’s not always possible to boycott every company that misbehaves, but this one seemed pretty clearcut.)

The replacement carrier worked wonders for our hike. In our travels during the first 18 months of our daughter’s life, we alternated between hiking paved trails and baby-wearing on more rugged terrain. I came to prefer the latter, particularly when we switched our daughter into a forward facing position. Baby-wearing allowed her to see the sights along with us. But paved trails can also be a great option, particularly as a way to stay active during naptime. 

At Red Rock, I wore our daughter on the first leg, and we switched places for the hike back. For those who have never hiked while baby-wearing, note that you will get exhausted more quickly. In my experience, baby-wearing never made any hikes impossible, just a bit slower and sometimes a bit shorter. But I got a great workout. Otherwise, we enjoyed the fall leaves, and we even encountered a snake on the path — a premonition of our daughter’s future favorite animal.

Our daughter loves snakes! We encountered our first snake together (from a safe distance) at Lake Red Rock State Park in October of 2022.

When we made it home with our second carrier, we decided to keep one adjusted to fit my husband and the other adjusted to my size. Certainly not necessary, but a nice perk of having two.

After Pella, we worked our way up the travel ladder. A 3-night stay in Minneapolis came next followed by a similar stay in St. Louis. After that, we graduated to flying trips, including Clearwater, Las Vegas, and Disney World. Between the larger trips, we’ve also woven in plenty of short ones.

You might be wondering if we’re planning to take the next big leap: an international trip. It’s something we’re considering, should the powers at be in the realms of infertility and our bank account eventually find some amenable alignment. As we approach that step, I’ll definitely keep sharing my thoughts.

All Things Messy: Disasters and Joy on the Road to Duluth

All I wanted was some gooey, mountain cheese

I think it’s only fitting that I return to my travel blog in a new year with a transformed voice. I’m not quite the same person I was just a few short months ago. After an unannounced hiatus to focus on progressive organizing and IVF, I’m exhausted and contemplative. I’m less concerned with creating perfectly curated content. There’s so much weighing on all of our minds, and I find myself inclined to forgive rawness. That should include my own. That said, I still care very much about building a space focused on the messy intersection of travel, parenting, and infertility (oh, and finances — they’ll definitely be part of our mess this year).

So, it makes sense to re-enter my “Go Anyway” space with the imperfect and chaotic story of our family trip to Duluth, Minnesota. If this trip were a board game, it would be littered with “lose a turn” squares, along with extra points, just when you least expect them.

The short version is that it probably wasn’t wise to plan a family trip up north in snowy December, just days after an IVF cycle. Pitfalls and emotions were abundant. As always, we learned a bit more about ourselves and who we are while traveling. This adventure was poorly timed, but it meandered its way into some great memories. Let’s dive into the plot twists and insights:

Nervous Planning (my special talent)

This trip was a long time in the making. I took a job as a campaign manager in my home state of Iowa this summer, which meant putting my travel plans on pause. As I knocked door after door and planned fundraisers with my candidate (who was amazing), I knew there was light at the end of the electoral tunnel. I hoped election-night success would be part of that light (it wasn’t), but I was sure there would be a grand adventure.

Of course, IVF has no regard for elections or travel plans. This election spat me out in a heap of grief and progesterone shots. Our next embryo transfer was just weeks away, and the task was to process the election results while accessing enough peace to become pregnant (good luck, me!). That left little time for my oft-daydreamed trip. But I’ve mentioned in the past that traveling helps us process both good and bad IVF news. We knew this trip would serve dual purposes: healing our political wounds and helping us transition into post-transfer life, whatever that might look like.

Our first plan involved a tour of “Christmas towns” across the Midwest. I considered Bardstown, Kentucky, along with Santa Claus, Indiana. Ultimately, this came out a little over budget. And, to be perfectly honest, we weren’t jazzed about traveling out of one bright red state and into a couple of others so soon after the election. Cue our second and final draft.

Bentleyville, in Duluth, MN, was visually stunning, but our two-year old wasn’t quite up to the cold temperatures while we visited during December of 2024.

This plan was a nod to Tim Walz fueled by my love for giant waves, an unfortunate passion for someone in the center of the U.S., but perhaps not a surprising one. When the ocean is too far off, Lake Superior is a first-place second choice. It’s mammoth and mind-blowing. On this trip, I was hoping to catch the end of November’s mighty gales. They would certainly fit my mood.

So, Duluth was our answer. We would stay at Fitger’s Inn (I have so many good things to say about them), explore Canal Park, and visit the Bentleyville Tour of Lights and the Great Lakes Aquarium.

Travel as Distraction

We booked our (refundable) room just days before our pregnancy test. When we got the call from our fertility clinic, it was hard to register a reaction. My emotions were stuck in an agonizing gridlock. HCG was present in my blood. That meant we weren’t not pregnant. But there wasn’t enough in my system to say with confidence that we were pregnant. And it was a Friday, which meant we couldn’t retest until Monday. Cue an absolute anxiety spiral over the next 72 hours. We were prepared to cancel our trip, but we hoped the cancelling would result from good news: a pregnancy requiring a bit of extra monitoring near home.

We got the news late that Monday morning that this outcome wasn’t ours. I had experienced a chemical pregnancy. My HCG level had dropped to nearly nothing, and the pregnancy was no longer progressing.

We had gone through failed embryo transfers before, but not in this particularly harrowing manner. I don’t have too many words for this pain, but I can say that anxiety somehow outweighed grief, even after we got the news. With just one embryo left, and insufficient money or time to try again, the pressure became overwhelming. We kept our travel plans as a way to decompress. Unfortunately, even our simple trip to Duluth was poised to come apart at the seams.

A Series of Pitfalls

We were set to head out of town on Saturday, December 7. So, naturally, the universe sent us an ice storm (Pitfall 1). The worst was due the morning we planned to leave. We agonized over rescheduling — we’re a bit desensitized to Iowa’s winters — and finally decided to postpone by a day. Fitger’s Inn had no qualms about moving our reservation, and they actually charged us less, since Sunday had a less expensive rate. We were off to a great start with them.

On Sunday, we woke up on time, packed the car, and got our toddler ready, all without much delay. We were in good shape. We spent the first four hours of the drive aimlessly rehashing the battle of “Friends” vs. “Seinfeld” (I’m not the world’s most ardent “Friends” defender, but I do loathe “Seinfeld”).

Our first stop would be a late lunch in Minneapolis. We were excited to visit the Minneapolis Christkindl Market. I’ve always enjoyed Christkindlmarket Des Moines, and this event promised to be even more expansive and grand. Plus, there would be raclette. This was actually the main reason I wanted to stop. I didn’t get the chance to truly be pregnant, but I still wound up with cravings.

With cheese in mind, I helped my husband navigate to the correct exit. We peeled off, and BAM: the deepest and most cavernous pothole I’ve ever encountered. It swallowed our passenger-side tires and sunk its teeth in immediately. When it was finished with us, we were left with an utterly undriveable car (Pitfall 2, in case you were wondering).

We hobbled to the nearest gas station, and I spotted someone who seemed to be a police officer (spoiler alert: he wasn’t). I regaled him with the Tale of the Dangerous Potholes That Shouldn’t Exist, and he stared back with ambiguous concern. Later on, my husband clued me in that he was probably an off-duty security guard, not a cop. Let’s call this panic-fueled embarrassment Pitfall 2.5, which we can couple with Pitfall 3: the compressed air wasn’t working. This doesn’t count as a full pitfall, because it wouldn’t have helped, anyway. Our tires were toast.

My husband had the presence of mind to take this photo of our completely obliterated tire during our pit stop in Minneapolis, MN, in December of 2024.

Not-an-officer gave us directions to a nearby tire store, and we made our way over. Quick backstory: My husband’s dream car is a Prius Prime, and we finally acquired one recently, after much to-do. The car is sleek and eco-friendly, as promised, but it’s not the best family-travel vehicle. Putting our daughter in her carseat requires too much awkward bending and kneeling, and room for luggage is scarce. The RAV4 Prime might have been a better choice. On this fateful afternoon in Minneapolis, tire size was the problem. The Prius Prime has extra large tires that Firestone would have to special order (Pitfall 4).

So, we spent our first night in a hotel fortuitously located right across from the tire store (in my imagined conspiracy, the intentional pothole leads to the nearby tire store that drums up business for the neighboring hotel). We did not make it to the Christmas market in time, even though it was walkable. Instead, I soothed my cheese craving with chips and queso, along with a black bean burger, at The Bulldog Downtown. Then, we settled in to wait.

Duluth, at Last

Fast forward to lunchtime the next day, and we were back on the road. The tire arrived overnight, and Firestone managed to squeeze us in as our daughter scattered Cheerios throughout their lobby. We had an amazing brunch at Eggy’s Diner, where I ordered — get ready for this — French toast stuffed with Nutella and peanut butter. Then, we headed north.

This Nutella and peanut butter French toast at Eggy’s Diner in Minneapolis helped soothe our frayed nerves. I ordered it without bananas during our visit in December of 2024.

I’m thrilled to report that a majority of the trip to follow was filled with joy. Our savior, Fitger’s Inn, casually upgraded us to a presidential suite at no extra charge when we arrived. Lakeside wind and gentle, playful snow swept us into our top-floor room with a fireplace, jacuzzi, and kitchen table. Major win.

Let’s break down Fitger’s. I absolutely love this destination. During summer, one of my favorite travel experiences is to traipse down a sunny, cobbled road, exploring the main-street coffee shops, book stores, pubs, and novelty shops. At Fitger’s, you’ll find all of this indoors, on the same campus as your hotel. The inn is located in a historic brewery, and the building houses an entire mall, complete with a taproom, coffee shop, bookstore, specialty grocery store, Mexican restaurant, and several other adorable shops. The whole place was decked out in vintage decorations for Christmas, and the vibe was very easygoing and classic.

This photo captures the magic I felt as we finally arrived at Fitger’s Inn in Duluth, MN, during our trip in December of 2024.

Of course, our room was impeccable. Clean, spacious, and utterly cozy. We’ve stayed at several hotels with jacuzzis over the years, and they can be hit or miss. Sometimes, the water won’t heat up to temperature, or the bubbles don’t work. This one filled up quickly, bubbled perfectly, and it was “just right”.

Canal Park, Bentleyville, Lake, Aquarium

To close out this lengthy but cathartic post, here are some highlights from our time in Duluth:

  • Canal District: A shopping area with a mood, beside the lake and the scenic Aerial Lift Bridge. At places of extremity, I always pick up a pleasantly suspenseful, chilling vibe, and this was no exception. We enjoyed the DeWitt–Seitz Marketplace, Father Time Antiques, and mozzarella sticks at Green Mill. If you’re exploring DeWitt–Seitz with a baby or toddler, note that the changing stations can be found in the restrooms on the ground floor.
  • Bentleyville: A sight to behold. However, our toddler was bothered by the cold temperature, even though we bundled up. She was wow-ed, but she was also crying as we left. The line for Santa was insane, so we didn’t wait. We did really appreciate the complementary popcorn, cocoa, and cookies. It’s nice to know families have access to the whole experience, regardless of income barriers, since entrances is also free. Parking does cost $10.00.
  • Lake Superior: We tried to hike in December with a stroller, and this was a weird choice on our part. We plan to revisit Split Rock Lighthouse State Park and try again when it’s warmer. Although Lake Superior was giving ripples instead of gales, we still got to see a couple breathtaking views at the park. And the hour-long drive up the coast was also enjoyable. 
  • Great Lakes Aquarium: I’ll be sure to update my aquarium round-up post with more details, but in short, this was a lovely stop. We spent about two hours exploring. There was a very active octopus that put on a show, along with a spooky lamprey and an interesting exhibit about Lake Baikal (any Spooky Lake Month fans out there?).
  • Restaurants: I will be craving Pizza Luce every day of my life until we go back. They’re very vegetarian-friendly, and now, they’re the reason I can say I like pineapple on pizza. I ordered The Rustler, which also features BBQ sauce, banana peppers, and mock duck. My husband and I also adored Fitger’s Brewhouse, which offers its own wide variety of veggie options, including Minnesota’s famous wild rice burger.

As we head into 2025, I can’t promise the year won’t pummel me back into a second hiatus. We’re looking ahead at our final(?) IVF cycle, along with some financial hurdles and a mountain of political woes. That said, I’m currently excited about diving back in and (maybe) building an audience who will follow along with me. We’re tentatively planning to keep traveling on a budget, and I’ve got plenty of backlogged learning to post about. With finances in mind, I’m still hopeful about recouping some small returns from this blog someday. But for now, I’m satisfied to simply share.