Here is now the translation from Jonas blog entry
Sorry it took me a little bit, but I was quite busy over christmas
"At first he puked on the plane - later he didn´t like the local baby food"
(don´t know if this is the right word to puke. In German it should mean "sich uebergeben")
I was on the plane back home after the last tournament of the year, Masters Cup in Shanghai, when I started to think about my family which soon will have another member, a little girl. The date on which the girl should be born is the 15th january, the same day on which our son Max is born, quite funny...
I still wonder where his "baby year" went? It went so fast. There are a lot of memories from all the years as a travelling tennis family...
It was in 2004, our son was 1 year old. We had just landed in Sydney, coming from Doha, a quite long trip, but everything went quite okay. Max both ate and slept well. But it was also after he puked his milk soup on me, directly after the plane had taken off. I wasn´t directly smelling like roses, but now we were finally there.
At the luggage claim our bags came in one by one and for once they haven´t been the last to come out. Wonderful. We like this. I was really longing after a shower and a change of clothes at that time. Well, now are all bags there. One, two, three, four... four? I check the belt again, all the bags are out. We miss Max travel bed. We thought it can´t be that big problem, they normally have babycots which you can rent at the hotel.
Then we get to the hotel. Unfortunately they had lost one of our room reservations, so instead of getting 2 rooms, we only got one. (We used to have one extra room so I could sleep well before my matches, as the best possible preparation). Okay, I could only hope it would be an okay night.
But. I wake up in the middle of the night because Max is crying loudly. Of course, the poor little guy is "jet-lagged" and doesn´t know where he is. My wife, Petra, takes him out of the bed, tries to make him more quite and lies him down again.
We all fell asleep again, but a short moment later I woke up from a noise again. A disturbing noise.
What on earth is that? Max starts to cry again. The same procedure. Petra takes him out again, he falls asleep again and she lies him down again. But, what is this f.... noise there again?
Max starts to cry again and I suddenly know what the noise is. It is not strange that the poor guy cannot sleep when his bed sounds like a bag of chips whenever he moves. Max has to sleep between mum and dad instead. The problem is solved.
The next day. It is lunch time. Max baby food we took with us was already finished on the plane. So after my jogging tour in the morning I went to a shop and bought new baby food.
-Eh.. What is the brand of the baby food here? Petra asks.
-Yes, I couldn´t find the ones he normally has, so I bought some other ones which looked good.
The first bite. Max spots. The secound bite. Max takes away his head and refuses to open his mouth. Okay, okay...What shall we do? My wife, who is the mother of efficiency, suggests that we take both our part in the city (like 2 agents in a TV show) to find the right tins.
Petra goes away with Max in his baby buggy to one direction and I run fast over the street. I find another small supermarket. I check all the brands they have, but don´t find Max favourite ones. I buy some different tins of all the other brands they have.
Anything is good enough. Max refuses to eat. We start to get a little stressed. I go out on a searching trip again. In the hall I meet an australian tennis girl who suggests me to go to another shop where she thinks I will get Max favourite ones.
I run to a taxi. Yes! There I find them, total happiness!
Max is happy. Petra is lightened. I am also, and warm and ready for my afternoon practice...
So it feels good to travel soon with a small baby again which will get the breast milk for a while first. So I discovered thankfully (there, on the plane back from Shanghai) that it will take a while until we will go out on search for baby food tins again! Thank God.