Packing for the hospital certainly makes things feel real. Once that bag is packed and by the door, your adrenaline starts to rush, and you realize you are preparing for the biggest, and perhaps whole purpose, your body has ever been for. Having never done it before, of course I get the nervous gitters, the "oh my this is huge!" But, to help calm myself, I cheat and pull my new comfy sweat pants out of the bag. Slipping into them and my new favorite t, saying to myself, "now that's better."
What's in this bag? Well, let's go through it, shall we?
First, we have a soft and comfy pair of bright and happy sweats. The soft and comfy, make you more then glad to wear them, the bright color offers a good mood set, and a pop for those "leaving the hospital pictures."
Second, a zip up sweater, for the easy access sake of breast feeding, and the "just in case" my tum is too sore.
Third, a nursing bra, cute and soft. I just like cute pieces of clothing, and the idea that even after something as major as labor I "still got it."
Fourth, the good old nipple cream. This bad body, is suppose to help with the pain caused by breast feeding at the initial stages. Whether or not it works, is still up for interoperation. Rather be safe then chafing right?
Fifth, a bag with all your toiletries and makeup. I want to look good before, after, and DURING labor people. A girl can dream, especially with all the photo ops that wil being going on, most without any of my knowledge I'm sure.
Sixth, your phone, to snap shots, write thoughts, play music, and read blogs on. Gotta stay entertained during those hours of labor, huh?
Seventh, nursing pads, so my shirts stay cute and not stained. Don't need any more leaking then there will already be.
Eighth, pads for the leaking. . . uhm down there. Gross, but a maj necessity.
Ninth, soft and comfy shoes to slip on and off for much needed walk arounds, and trips to the power room. Want my feet clean, and not frozen, and in my observations, hospitals tend to be way nippy.