The flight was seamless. I had packed his favourite ‘Busy Bag’ and ‘Sticker Book’ to keep him from crawling up to other passengers. When we reached the hotel room in Goa, we created a little ‘play space’ for him so that he could feel at home. It was finally time to hit the beach. The gushing waves, the squishy sand, the salty winds, the glorious food, and the wonderful cacophony of people created a sensory haven for my little one. He was thrilled! Why would I keep him away from anything? We went on to have a lovely time at the beach.
It was when we came back to the hotel, however, that I received the shock of my life.