Before I was a mommy, I was a traveler. A backpack- wearing, hippy hostel lodger evolved into a suitcase-rolling (still overpacking and hauling that backpack), decent hotel guest. After my husband discovered the world of points and miles, all bets were off. We went everywhere, flew first class, sipped Dom Perignon and Krug and stayed in all the nicest places. In 2018, baby made three and we didn’t slow down (don’t worry, the Champagne did). Before our son turned two, he had been on 90 flights, visited Hawaii more times (4) than most people will in a lifetime, made his rounds to meet family members across the country and napped…