packing a hospital bag

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I’m inordinately proud of this dragon.

Shit just got a bit more real for me because today, I packed my hospital bag. Holy balls it’s making me feel a little bit terrified just looking at it. But in another way a lot calmer since now I feel at least a little bit organised (even though I haven’t packed anything for the house move or even ordered a washing machine yet, our flat is sitting entirely empty and will be for at least another two weeks…)

First of all, I bought a pre-packed bag from eBay. I had been stressing about packing one because I realised I didn’t even have a suitable holdall type bag so would need to buy one. While looking around for a niceish cheapish bag, I found this seller who pretty much does all the work for you. Guys this bag is AWESOME. It cost me a total of £21.99 (£16 for the bag + contents, plus £5.99 postage). It came with a onesie (with a really nice Winnie the Pooh design), scratch mitts, socks and bib for Bellydweller, a pack of Johnson’s newborn baby wipes, a couple of newborn nappies, cotton balls, Q-tips, tissues, disposable breast pads, disposable sanitary pads (heavy duty ones), mini bottles of shampoo and shower gel, one of those shower body scrubby poof things, lip balm, toothbrush and toothpaste, a hair brush and hair tie, body spray/deodorant, notebook, pen and a printed birth plan checklist. See the listing for some more details – that is really bloody good.

I think it’s a pretty great idea to bring things like travel toothbrush/paste, mini hair brush etc, because knowing me I would probably leave my actual toothbrush behind and then not have a toothbrush and be really sad when I got home. All of the things are also separated out nicely in little plastic bags so your toothbrush doesn’t get furry and you don’t lose a bunch of Q-tips and tissues at the bottom.

I am almost wishing I had gone for the deluxe type bags this seller also does, it was a close thing but budget won out in the end and I wasn’t sure how good they would be, and decided against paying £30 just in case it was rubbish. I’m still really happy though. The bag is a lot smaller than one I probably would have bought for myself, but I’m actually glad about that, because seeing what I can fit into this one has shown me I would not have needed the extra space.

Things I Added Or Will Add When I Actually Leave

  • My own hair brush – I have ridiculous hair and I have an old hairbrush I don’t use as much, so I put that in there along with some extra scrunchies and a hair band. Because I have a lot of hair.
  • Body lotion, because I get dry skin and like to smell familiar.
  • Hand cream, my hands get dry and cracked easy and again I like to smell nice.
  • Several pairs of socks for me, including one big fuzzy pair that are sort of like slippers.
  • Underpants! I was thinking about buying disposable pants but I ended up just shoving in some old giant knickers I have lying around that I don’t mind ruining.
  • Tank tops, not specific nursing ones because I don’t have any, but just nice comfy tank tops that are easy to put on and easy to pull down for boob access.
  • A long jersey skirt with a big waistband, which will probably be part of my labouring or post-labouring outfit.
  • A loose black button-down shirt several sizes too big, for easy feeding and also super comfy laziness.
  • A pair of loose shorts (pyjama styley) for wandering around and not being totally naked.
  • Nursing bras
  • Makeup bag – I’ve packed a little bag with my ‘essentials’ so I can look like a normal human rather than an angry bear, just so my child’s first impressions of me aren’t completely hideous.
  • Water bottle (actually I will probably fill it with Vimto)
  • Snacks – I don’t know exactly what yet but probably crackers, peanuts and Skittles or something.
  • Peri bottle – my lovely sister is lending me her old one along with witch hazel to put in it.
  • Entertainment – my Kindle comes with me everywhere anyway, and I can read, play music, play audiobooks, or look at pictures so that will be nice.
  • Going-home outfit for Bellydweller – I’ll most likely bring at least one or two bodysuits/onesies and a hat or something.
  • My own notebook with things I like to write about in it.
  • Cheeky soft toy dragon I made which has a bell in it. Because you know. Cute.

I have found this bag has ample room for all this and more, which is really nice, and it’s pretty. It does have that new bag smell though, I’ll need to leave it in the bathroom so it absorbs the smell of my perfume and shower products.

Putting the clothes in really brought it home that theoretically, in 4 and a half weeks, I will be pushing a small person out of me. This is eliciting mixed feelings but they’re not all bad ones so that’s probably good I suppose.

I love free stuff

Super cute free stuff especially.

Vertbaudet is a site I just found with some great offers for both new and existing customers. The code 4773 gives you a FREE changing bag (it has animals on it and is REALLY cute) and £15.00 off your order over £30.00. So of course I had to buy some stuff I’d been wanting for a while.

It's a bear! And a towel! £11.90!

It’s a bear! And a towel! £11.90!

I chose this hooded bath towel (sale price £11.90), this all-in-one sleepsuit (sale price £14.00), and this 2 pack of t-shirts for £9.00. All this, plus the changing bag & changing mat, ended up being £20.99 with postage.

I always feel a little bit guilty when buying new baby clothes. I haven’t bought many and most of them have been on sale. I think in total Bellydweller will have less than 10 brand new items of clothing that I have actually bought for him. I just end up feeling like I am wasting money because the truth is he will not be in most of these clothes for very long.

We have been given a LOT of second hand baby clothes which is AWESOME. I am getting pretty excited to move into our new place and start washing and organising all the clothes, because there is some really cute stuff in there. So it’s not like he really needs all of these new clothes.

But, I do want to dress him in some things which at least sort of represent my tastes, and I am deliberately buying slightly bigger sizes so I don’t end up with 8 bazillion tiny tiny tiny bodysuits that will be good for nothing after five days.

One thing I do want to spend good money on is books. Once I have somewhere to store them I don’t think anyone will be able to keep me out of the kids’ section at Waterstones. I’m also looking for books in Spanish, hopefully of stories that I already know, so I can learn Spanish while reading to him. This might be a ridiculously ambitious goal. We’ll see.

smallness, paranoia, cake

I was not being antisocial, I was checking the tide times to make sure we did not get stuck and have to live in a cave or be eaten by selkies.

I was not being antisocial, I was checking the tide times to make sure we did not get stuck and have to live in a cave or be eaten by selkies.

I have tended towards the small side during my pregnancy. Obviously, as I wasn’t even aware anything was different until fairly recently. However I did think that over the past couple of weeks I have got noticeably  bigger. I now have a defined roundness that screams ‘baby!’ rather than ‘fatty!’ At least I think so.

On Tuesday I had my 32 week appointment. My fundal measurement was apparently only 2cm more than last time – I’m measuring 29cm when I should be at least 30, usually between 30-34. I also had traces of protein in my urine, so had to send off a sample and be scheduled in for another scan. I’m not complaining about this because it is fun to see our little ghostfishbaby being all weird in there, and he’s much more active lately so there’ll probably be a lot to see. But it is one of those ‘very slightly’ worrying things where it’s most likely nothing at all, there’s just this ever so tiny chance that something is catastrophically wrong.

 

Also on Tuesday we went to the beach, and looking at the photos I was bemused to realise my belly did not actually look as big as it does to me.

I miss that curve in my back.

I miss that curve in my back.

For comparison, here is a bump selfie I took at 21 weeks. I’ve grown, but maybe not that much.

I’m spending this afternoon eating pringles, hummus and cake. I haven’t bothered to weigh myself in a long time so I will just assume I am about 50 stone and therefore beyond help.

As a side note I am extremely pleased that my midwife has chosen not to weigh me at any of our appointments. I think I was weighed at the very beginning of the year and since then have not been forced to confront the scales. This is good.

My boss told me I should schedule myself for a C-section now. All I can think of is the story my A level Law teacher told us about the Caesarean birth of her daughter. She told us she was quite out of it from painkillers and then the anaesthetic and it felt like someone had reached inside her and was doing the washing up. This sounds far too surreal to me. I have enough worries with my ridiculous pregnancy dreams. I really hope the baby will not be born via osmosis through the wall of my stomach and then be attached to an umbilical cord growing out of my own bellybutton forever.