I am a firm believer that I am absolutely shit at packing. Even with this being my second pregnancy and all. Ironically during my first, I was told a lot that women always go way over their due date so packing was unnecessary until I at least hit week 40. The ironi was that I went into labour on my due date… Yeah, just pack as soon as you feel like it.
So in my hospital bag, I put in a robe, fluffy socks, nursing bra, nursing top, lounge pants and my hair brush. I also put in my deo, wet wipes for my face, snacks and I’ll be putting in my water bottle from 24. This is all stuff for me.
For her, I put in three bodystockings, diapers, a teddy, socks, a hat, taking a blanket with us and pants! Her stuff is packed in my favourite bag that I’ve started to believe is a good luck charm. Plus it’s roomy and I feel naked without it.
For Dines: snacks, a clean set of clothes. We aren’t staying the night in hospital but really, after my first pregnancy. The husband needs some stuff too, just in case it takes me a 100 years to give birth.
We aren’t bringing Cas to the hospital when I give birth. I don’t feel like that’s something he should see, even if it’s completely natural. But he is three years old, and for me I would much more appreciate if he got a great night’s sleep and went to kindergarten the next day. Either way, Dines is picking him up after we get home from the hospital because we have a no guest policy for two weeks. Something that feels right for us. So why am I 34 weeks and packing my hospital bag already? Well it’s no secret that I have had my fair share of struggles this pregnancy, and now the Braxton Hicks have started to… Well, turn into something more. Which is also why I’m on bed rest.