We're going to the hospital! Well not really, not today. Sorry. But a girl needs to be prepared in case I have this big dramatic water breakage and I need to yell to John, "grab the bag!" and in this comically-hilarious sitcom move, John grabs his bowling bag and not my hospital bag. And then we get to the hospital and have a baby and John goes to get the camera or something out of the bag and pulls out his bowling ball and looks at me and shrugs. I give him the disapproving sitcom wife look and then we all laugh. This is why it's good to have a pre-packed bag. To ENSURE awesome situations like this...right? Right.
Anyway, in the spirit of my pal Jackie, who showed off her adorable clothes and accessories for her trip to Sausalito, I thought I'd "show-off" the things I decided to pack for our upcoming stay at the hospital. A little less glamorous than Sausalito but I'll be getting breakfast in bed, can she say that? I think not.
First order of business is my comfort. Let's face it, hospital gowns? Not comfy. So I packed my own pj's that double as easy-access nursing gowns. Then I threw in a nursing tank so that should I not want to bare it all for my visitors, I can still look somewhat appropriate and feed the kiddo at any time. And most important, clothes to come home in. I have no misguided ideas of fitting into pre-maternity clothing. I also have gotten extremely used to elastic waists. Therefore, new yoga pants it is.
The next order of business is the one where I pack a bunch of embarrassing shit, like really big (yay comfort!) underwear and giant sanitary napkins. Oh and throw in some nip-soothing cream and nip gel pads and we've got ourself a party. I'm also bringing my handy-dandy little breast pump so that I can throw all modesty out the window and ask a stranger to show me how to be a cow. No offense to anyone, I can't wait to be one. I also packed mini toiletries and Chapstick, for when my lips get all dry during me hee-hee-whoooo breathing techniques. Who am I kidding, I didn't pay one bit of attention to the breathing techniques during childbirth class. I was too busy trying to nap.Old habits die hard with this one.
Then came the baby clothes...which I'm sure you're all tired of seeing. But wait, the little green striped gown and hat? It matches my nursing gown and that's what John gave me for mother's day. It makes my heart hurt. Oh and contrary to my husband's opinion that no child of his will wear that blue star outfit for fear of being mistaken for a Cowboy's fan, it's still coming with us.
Got me some swaddlin' blankets and the baby book. I'm hoping to remember to ask the nurses to stamp Blink's footprint in here while they're inking him or her up anyway. Oh and now that I see that elephant blanket in photo, I realize that it looks like it could have been my baby blanket. I washed it once! What the hell? I'l probably swap that out for something a little less worn.
Well that's it folks. I decided to pack things in two seperate bags so that John doesn't have to lug 15 baby outfits and a breast pump (and a bowling ball) with him as he's rushing into the hospital, screaming "I'm having a baby!", meanwhile forgetting me in the car. I really do hope this whole thing turns out like a sitcom birth. And I hope Uncle Jesse shows up.