Flying with an *almost* 8 month old!

So this last Friday, me and my little man took a trip home to Texas for the weekend! I went to surprise my best friend at her gender reveal party! And we found out that Whitley will unfortunately not get a new girlfriend but a best friend instead lol! I’m super excited for her, boys are so amazing πŸ’™

And my dad who lives in panama just so happened to be in Houston that same weekend, so it was great, Whitley got to hangout with his grandpa, and we of course visited his other grandparents, and my in laws were just so excited to see him! 

Whitley with his papaw!

And here his is with his other grandpa, my dad!
But okay, time for the real story that I wanted to share, and that’s my experience of flying with my baby. 

So the trip there was honestly awful! When I went to check in one of my bags, I was persuaded to just bring it with me as carry on, which in the moment I thought sounded like a good idea. Well it wasn’t, and I’ll get back to that in a minute. 

There was so much going on from the moment we went into the airport that by the time we actually boarded the plane, Whitley was already exhausted. He spent some time playing with the pamphlets that he found in the seat infront of us lol, but after a while he was getting so tired that he was crying, and sitting in my lap was just not comfortable enough for him, so I spent probably an hour trying to just put him to sleep, and after a lot of crying, he did actually pass out for a little while but he kept waking up, and kept fussing. So after a while I decided to make him a bottle which proved to be extremely hard in that tiny economy seat with a big baby in your lap, but this super nice girl infront of me (who had been eyeing Whitley the whole time haha, I later found out she has a baby about his age), who saw me struggling, she asked if I needed an extra set of hands and I just had to say yes, so she held him while I finished making his bottle, and I thanked her like a million times cause I don’t know what I would’ve done without her haha! After that, he calmed down a bit and just played for the remainder of the flight, but by then (we landed at 8:30) I was already exhausted. And then of course, my stroller that I had checked in at the gate, wasn’t brought to me like it was supposed to be, so I ended up having to carry my 20 lb baby, a diaper bag, and my actual luggage (that I should’ve just checked in to begin with!) through basically the entire airport, which just totally broke my back, and I swear like 5 of those little electric car things that they drive through the airport just drove right past me! I was so upset at this point and just ready to get back to my friends house where I was staying so I could go to sleep. 

Obviously at this point I was already dreading the flight home, after that I thought flying with an infant is impossible lol. BUT turns out, it doesn’t have to be that hard. 

As I was checking in, this really nice lady comes up and tells me that she had some wiggle room on this flight and she moved whoever was supposed to sit next to me, so Whitley was gonna have his own seat this time. Just like last time, he was extremely tired by the time we were boarding, and I was so worried that this flight was going to be a repeat of the last, but boy was I wrong. Whitley sat in the seat next to me and he was leaning up against my arm, and he slept the entire flight! He was asleep before we even took off and didn’t wake up until we were actually descending! I got to relax and listen to music the entire flight and I was just so happy. He did so incredibly good! And my stroller and my bag was right there waiting for us as soon as we got off the plane haha, so the lesson I learned from this was that yes, it costs a lot more money, but having a separate seat for the baby is a must. Hopefully we don’t have to fly anytime soon again, but if we do, now I know! 

I am so proud of him though, he did so good the entire time we were gone, he was friendly and happy wherever we went, and it was definitely a nice little get away for us. ❀️

Here he is sleeping on me on the plane haha ❀️
Well that was all I wanted to share about that. I’d love to hear yalls baby/flight stories, good and bad! 

If you made it this far, thank you for reading this ☺️

Love, Jessika! 



Okay so I was reading this article about how they’re slowly bringing back laughing gas as a pain reliever during labor. And of course in the comments are thousands of moms sharing their birth stories, some are saying how they wish they could’ve had laughing gas instead of an epidural, others are sharing their experience using laughing gas and then there’s those FUCKING moms bragging about how they did it the all natural way. So okay, great what do you want, a cookie? A medal? They’re actually sitting there saying how easy labor was, and how short it was, and how “it really doesn’t hurt at all”, well alright then, good for you. That doesn’t make you strong, or brave, or a better mom because you weren’t “on drugs”, it makes you LUCKY. It only means that your baby was perfectly positioned and most likely not bigger than average, and your body was probably perfectly “proportionate” to squeeze a baby out. Others were not so lucky. I had planned to get an epidural during my entire pregnancy because I just knew my baby was going to be a fairly big one. What I hadn’t planned on was being in active labor for almost 9 hours, (after being in stage one labor for about 2 days), I also hadn’t planned on the epidural not working, and I had definitely not planned on pushing for an hour, just for them to tell me “this isn’t happening, we’re gonna have to do an emergency c section”, turns out my baby was too big and my pelvis too narrow. So instead of giving birth to my baby boy which I had dreamed of doing the natural way (with drugs but still), I now had to go have major surgery, after being in pain for a day, pushing, screaming & crying. So please, to all you moms who brag about how easy your natural birth was, congratulations – you got lucky. That’s it. So please stop degrading moms who do want pain relief, and mothers who end up having to get (or choose to get) a c section. Because just like pregnancy in general, labor is completely different for every single woman. And after all, we all win in the end because wether you’re fine and able to walk around right after birth, or if you like me, will spend the next few weeks recovering, cleaning a wound, and barely being able to move, we all GAVE BIRTH to a beautiful baby. And that’s all that matters. Stop shaming other mothers because they didn’t give birth the way you did, or went through labor the way you did. I can assure you I love my baby just as much as you love yours, even though I didn’t have an “all natural birth”.

Baked lemon garlic chicken!

I’m about to post my first recipe on here and I’m super excited about it. Though I will tell you that this obviously isn’t my original recipe, it’s a mix of a few different ones I found online, I’ve slightly tweaked it and made it exactly how I like it and it’s amazing. Super quick and easy, and so healthy! I’ll just dive right into it:


  • 3-4 boneless skinless chicken breasts
  • Small amount of butter
  • 1 cup chicken broth 
  • 1/4 cup fresh squeezed lemon juice
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • 2 cloves minced garlic
  • Salt & pepper (I use about 1 teaspoon salt and 1/4 teaspoon pepper for the broth mix and extra to season the chicken breasts)
  • Season all


  1. Preheat oven to 400 degrees and grease an oven safe baking sheet or large casserole dish. 
  2. Clean and season chicken breasts with salt, pepper and season all. 
  3. Melt butter in a large skillet over medium-high heat. Add chicken and cook chicken 2-3 minutes on each side just until browned. Transfer chicken to prepared baking sheet.
  4. In a small bowl whisk together chicken broth, lemon juice, honey, garlic, and salt and pepper.
  5. Pour sauce over chicken. Bake 20-40 minutes (closer to 20 for smaller chicken breasts, closer to 40 for larger) until chicken is cooked through. Every 5-10 minutes spoon the sauce from the pan over the chicken.
  6. Garnish with fresh rosemary and lemon slices if desired and serve. 

I don’t own this picture. All credit goes to the photographer. 

I hope you enjoy this delicious meal. Please let me know what you think!

Love, Jessika. πŸ’•

Why is 1 child not enough?Β 

So I read this article on cosmo about one woman that had a baby, and immediately knew she didn’t want anymore. The article was about people judging her based on that and I can so relate to her. 

For as long as I can remember I’ve been on the fence about whether I want kids or not, and then if I did want kids, how many would I want? Well the last 2 years or so before I married my husband, I’d been pretty set on never having children. And then we met and got married and being with him did make me realize that I do, in fact want kids. I want this guy to be the father of my child (at the time I kept thinking, “but not any time soon!”). And then our Whitley was conceived almost a month after our wedding day, and two months after, to the day, we found out we were expecting. In a way he was a surprise, but then again he wasn’t because we weren’t exactly careful lol. But from the moment that I saw the two lines on the stick, I knew that this was just so meant to be. It was truly the ideal situation, we had just moved into our first house, we were married, and we were in love, so that’s when the baby is “supposed” to come right? And he did, a perfect little 8 lb – 11 oz boy. And of course, while in the hospital I swore I’d never have another child, pretty sure that’s all women though. But then as the months went on, I entertained the idea again that perhaps in a few years we’d be ready for another one. And then the next day, Whitley would throw a fit and I’d be right back to “never having another one”, but here very recently, I have reached a point in my life, and it feels different this time, where I seriously feel as though I’m never gonna want another child. And there’s not a one specific reason as to why I feel this way. It’s not because I had a “difficult pregnancy”, because I didn’t, I didn’t even have morning sickness, no complications ever (until delivery day), and it’s not because I had to have an emergency c section, it’s definitely not because Whitley is a horrible child, cause he’s far from it, he’s amazing, and it’s not cause my husband has reached this very same point as me, we’ve both just decided that one is enough. Our perfect little prince makes us so happy, and we look forward to spoiling him, and giving him our all. He is so great, he’s the perfect third member of our family, and when I think about our future, I see us, the three musketeers, and it’s just us. And that’s okay. In fact, it makes me smile just thinking of us. A three person family is just as okay as a 4 person family, or an 8 person family. 

So why do people tend to judge others based on how many kids they want, or don’t want? Why? What makes them think that their opinion is valued in any way? For people like me, when I get the question “when’s it time for the next one?” I get angry because it feels as though to this person, my little family isn’t enough. To this outsider, my family needs an addition to be socially acceptable. And I hate that. But then there’s other people out there who are dying to have another child, and when they get that question, it’s downright gut wrenching because the questioner doesn’t know that this mother of one has been trying for years and simply can’t conceive another child. 

And then there’s another scenario, the scenario that I fear the most. When the mother that either hasn’t ever been able to conceive, or the mother that has a child (or multiple) and is now wanting another but for some reason can’t – asks me “why wouldn’t you have another child when  you know you’re able to?” Or something like that. Because that should probably make me feel bad, or sad, but in fact it makes me angry. Probably angrier than when fertile people ask me the same question. I’m sorry that you can’t bear a child, or conceive one, but just because I CAN, I am in no way “supposed” to have another kid. Not unless I want one. So don’t for even a second think that because I’m able to, I somehow owe the world another baby. My heart still aches for you, but don’t ever think that you or anyone else for that matter have the right to judge me, give me advice about my life, or think that I owe anyone anything. 

I’m not saying I will never ever change my mind, but as of right now, I’m perfectly content with my little 3 person family. And I’d be happy just like this for the rest of my life. Rant over, if you made it this far, than you for reading this. 

Love, Jessika. 

Moving (blahhh)

So on Friday we are finally leaving Texas to go to Ft. Campbell, Kentucky! I’m so excited to finally be reunited with my husband after about 18 weeks apart. I’m also very excited to see what life on base is going to be like, and of course to start decorating our new house haha. It’s a two story, 3 bedroom/2 and a half bath house so it’s a lot bigger than our 2/1 that we live in now, so I’m gonna have to go furniture shopping for sure 😏 

I’ve been packing for weeks, but I still feel like nothing’s different around here. I have a feeling I won’t notice a difference until Thursday night. Today will be very bittersweet. My best friend is coming over and it’ll probably be the last time I see her for at least a few months, so we’re gonna have a full on girls night with sappy romantic movies, candy, chips and soda haha. No wine though cause last time we did that I didn’t feel right for like two weeks so πŸ˜‰ I also promised her that I’d bake for her, so if I can remember to, I might post a nice little recipe on here today. 

That’s all for now though lol. 

Love, Jessika πŸ’•

5 month growth spurt?

So I’m thinking Whitley is going through a growth spurt cause he’s overly tired, he’s always hungry and he’s super cranky. He always sleeps through the night, but he’s recently started waking up a few times to feed, but since he’s sleeping in my bed as of right now, he doesn’t really wake up, he just scoffs and whines a little till he gets the boob and then he goes right back to sleep. But he usually goes to bed sometime between 8:30 and 10, and then he will sleep and be perfectly fine staying in bed till about 8:30-9:00 in the morning so he sleeps for more than 12 hours sometimes. Idk if I got extremely lucky or what, but he’s been doing that since he was about 5 weeks old. Now he usually takes about 2-3 naps a day, that don’t last much longer than 30 minutes, if even that. But now here the past few days, its like all he wants to do is sleep. But I’m wondering if maybe he’s got growing pains because he’s having a really hard time actually falling asleep even though you can tell he’s exhausted. It’s like he’s fighting it? So then I’m having to deal with a super cranky baby, in the middle of a major move. So I can’t tell you how happy I will be when all of this is over lol. 

Is anybody else dealing with a baby going through a growth spurt? I’d love to hear how you deal with it, because sometimes I feel like idk what to do! πŸ˜‚ 

Love, Jessika πŸ’•

Photoshoot time!

I have probably taken an easy 5000 pictures of Whitley during the 4 months that he has been here on earth, but never have I actually tried to prop him up with a cute background (and in this case: on a cute fluffy blanket). But today me and the mother in law did, and now I have about a thousand more pictures of my handsome little man haha. He’s so photogenic, and I swear he was loving the camera! And I’m no child photographer but I think our pictures turned out pretty good! Although the quality that comes with a cellphone will never compare to that of a camera, and as of right now I don’t have a USB cable to upload the pictures that I took with my olympus. So cellphone pictures it is! Here’s just a small fraction of them, but oh how I’m in love with him. 

He’s just perfection in my eyes. He’s such a happy little baby, my handsome boy.

Love, Jessika πŸ’•