davejenbarnes
The bags are packed, the batteries are charging, the memory card… well, it will be in one of the two DSLRs (we may yet get out and pick up bought another 2 gig cf card so both DSLRs are primed and ready to shoot – yipee!) all with 2 weeks to go. When I was in labor with Lowell, the bag didn’t get packed until I was probably around 8 cm dilated, laying in bed at home, David in a panic, about an hour before Lowell was born. THAT was an adventure. Our cell phone died, we didn’t have the phone numbers written down… I am shocked that we made it to the birthing center with the camera!
This time, I’ve got the baby’s bag very well packed. There are gender neutral receiving blankets (twice as many as I took last time because they all got icky and the birthing center does not supply a lot of things that you pay top dollar for in the hospitals, and besides, isn’t it more cuddly to bring ones you actually like? I think so), white tee shirts, socks, wee little diapers, wipes, the bottle of olive oil (don’t ask), and on top of it all are the two storage bags. One with pink contents and the other with blue contents. I know the one that is not used will get tossed aside, so I wanted to put them in something somewhat protective to keep them from getting soiled in any way (baby goo, floor, dust, getting walked on, neglected, forgotten, unneeded, etc.) plus, this way, the name is right there, ready for the midwife to copy. I still have to put some things in my bag… and some things on the list are last-minute (popsicles, for one)… but we’re getting there. Any day now… It seems crazy to put so much effort into packing a bag that will be home again a few hours after being needed for the birth.
