I approached my labor day like I was going on a paradise vacation.
Okay, maybe not the partridge in the pear tree. But the nurses in triage said they’d seen it all and they’d never as much “stuff” as I brought with me.
The only thing that separated my seven bags from a vacation and a hospital stay was my birth plan. Oh and I guess my granny panties and bag of extra large, ultra absorbent maxi pads might have given me away too.
To say I over-packed is an understatement.
But the funny thing is, I thought I was prepared. I thought I knew what it was going to be like. Apparently, I thought I was going to be sitting around with so much time on my hands that I’d finish four books? I never even cracked a single one open. I opted for drugs so let’s just say the words would’ve been a blur anyway. And seven outfits? I lived in one pair of sweat pants practically the entire time.
What I would tell someone who was about to give birth is to think more about what it’s going to be like when you meet your little one. To mentally prepare yourself for the biggest gift you’ll ever receive. To be prepared to feel more love than you ever thought possible. The truth is, all you need to bring with you to the hospital is a camera and your heart. Because you are going to love this little baby more than you ever thought possible. And as soon as he or she arrives, the last thing you are going to be worried about is how nice your slippers look.
But I would also tell a mom-to-be that labor is a little like a vacation because you do get a very nice souvenir.