Baby in Noosa
By Carol, Granny of Rafael
Rafael was nearly five months when we (Mum, Granny and baby) took a trip to Noosa on the coast of southern Queensland. I was visiting from the UK and we were after some late spring sunshine, in a baby-friendly destination that wasn’t too far to fly from home in Sydney.
I booked a four-night package in a two-bedroom (plus travel cot), ground floor (for easy pram access) apartment on Hastings Street and, a few days later, we flew to Sunshine Coast Airport. There was no basinette on the plane but baby was happy to snooze in Mummy’s arms which was fine on the one-and-a-half hour flight.
On arrival at the airport, the information desk staff found us a taxi with baby seat in moments and I took the driver’s card so we could book him for the return trip.
Our apartment had all the basic facilities you need with a baby – small kitchen with kettle and microwave (we took Milton tablets for sterilising bottles), bath (as opposed to just a shower), TV (he loves In the Night Garden) and was in a great location, with a large patio area leading out to the pool which had plenty of shallow areas in which Raffie enjoyed his daily dip.
During the day, we wandered up and down Hastings street and the beachside boardwalk, and hung out on our patio, reading and swimming when snooze times allowed.
In the evenings we bathed Raffie, fed him then put him to sleep in his pram about 6.30pm and went out for an early supper. We clipped a throw over the pram and he didn’t stir.
There were lots of people with young children and babies in Noosa and all the cafes and restaurants were welcoming of prams, helping us up stairs where necessary. It was a great short break. If we’d been there any longer, it would have perhaps been nice to have hired a car and explored a bit further afield.