At the risk of becoming hopelessly and irrevocably preggie-centric around here, I thought it both necessary and worthwhile to list out some of the goodies making their way into my as-yet-unpacked hospital bag for round 4 of birth wars. So maybe typing about it will spur me to action, and maybe said action will entice said baby to decamp hotel uterus for the much roomier accommodations of an official, dedicated nursery space complete with crap mommy spray painted, just for you.
Last time we made the trek to the shining white building in the suburbs it was Christmastime, I was beyond done with the entire gestation business after a solid week of prodromal labor and one “false alarm/go home and sleep it off” drive of shame. So I think when we rolled back up to actually meet Genevieve I was wearing like, not my own pants? And maybe a Bronco’s tshirt and a peacoat? It’s hard to remember. And it’s entirely possible that I didn’t bring a toothbrush or any shampoo.
This time though? This time will be different. This time, for starters, I’m finally allowing myself to entertain the notion of staying for the entire recommended slash allotted period of 3 days/2 nights, even if I feel physically capable of going home. Because room service, cable tv, and endless baby holding arms in a handily equipped and conveniently located nursery down the hall.
But mostly for the crushed ice.
So if that be the case, I’ll need to be packing for more of a long weekend adventure and less of a “I woke up this way” crawl across the emergency room parking lot.
Here’s what I’m thinking of bringing along for the ride:
1. 2 nursing tanks, yet to be purchased (but leaning towards at least 1 of these? Because holy flattering drape), and one super stretchy nursing bra + disposable nursing pads. Yes, I laudatio si that there is a decent reusable option on the market, and maybe I even own a pair or two myself, but laundry is not my favorite way to recover from birth. So disposables it is.
2. Laptop + charger. Nothing says “spa like” quite the way hospital wifi does. Plus, no kidlets to share my screen with. Who knows, I might even get ambitious and bang out the birth story while the new arrival is sleeping off his or her epic descent.
3. This hair + body wash. Can I make a confession? I haven’t used grown up shampoo or conditioner with any regularity in months. And my hair has never looked or felt better. So a travel bottle filled with this for baby and me.
4. Ear plugs. Like, 3 pair. Last time we delivered at this hospital it was the second-to-last Sunday before Christmas and things were so blessedly silent on the L&D floor. I think I got maybe 1 knock on the door all night? And none of those awful “just coming by to tally up your wet diapers” rounds, either. It was bliss. Hoping for more of the same. (And as an aside, do you pray for your medical staff before your births? Some wise woman advised me to do so, esp. the nurses since they really do the brunt of the work of birthing, aside from mom, and can really make or break a delivery experience.)
5. A large, empty suitcase with my bathrobe, aforementioned undergarments, and some additional basic toiletries, including this magical elixir of humiliation which is super effective and which I felt not at all ashamed of purchasing at Vitamin Cottage last night. Cough. I’ll most likely wear my vvvvvvery attractive Liz Lange yoga ballon bottoms home, plus the hospital-issued secrets which are beyond Victoria’s comprehension. Why an empty suitcase, you ask? Why, for all the hospital-grade pads, lidocaine spray, newborn diapers + wipes and mesh fancies I can wrangle. We didn’t buy newborn dipes for ourselves until little miss Genevieve was 3 weeks old. #workthatcopay. Just saying.
6. Some of these Arbonne fizzies to mix with my amazing crushed ice in my amazing new water bottle (which is a large motivator for continuing to breed. Large.) I don’t like to drink that much coffee in the first few days because I get parched so easily, but I also don’t want to feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. So, compromise.
7. My own pillow. I’ve never done this before, maybe because of germ phobia? Which makes exactly zero sense because of all my other personal effects I feel no hesitation bringing with. But this time I’m determined to bring my own, deliciously cotton-covered and adequately-sized pillow and case to rest mine weary head upon. And who knows? Maybe without the thin, sweat-provoking layer of non-wicking industrial grade latex beneath my face I won’t sweat to death in my adjustable bed. Dream a little dream.
What am I forgetting, mamas? Do you have any hospital stay must-haves that you won’t give birth without?