The Baby Lists: What to Pack in Your Hospital Bag

Continuing on with the baby lists, here is a list I made of things I actually needed and used when I went to the hospital in labor. There are a lot of lists out there that include MUCH more than this… I packed way too much in my hospital bag, and only found the following items necessary:

  • Portable ipod/iphone speakers
  • Toothbrush/paste/retainer
  • Contacts/solution/glasses
  • Deodorant/perfume
  • Socks
  • Comfy pillow
  • Going home outfit (sweats, maternity tee &  underwear you’ll throw away)
  • Hairbrush
  • Makeup (minimal… I used mascara and blush)
  • Facial cleansing wipes
  • Face lotion
  • Nipple cream!
  • Baby going home outfit
  • Baby swaddle (my mom brought one and I had Ellie in it the whole time)

To explain the speakers… I am SO glad we had them. I pushed for 3 hours, and in a silent delivery room with only my husband, our moms, and 3 medical professionals – I really wanted some background noise to make me feel less self-conscious of my grunting, crying, and any other noises that might have come out of my body. Thank goodness for Pandora’s 70’s Hits station.

Anything to add, ladies? I’ve heard of mommies bringing candles, heat wraps… what helped you during your stay in the hospital?

The Baby Lists: Newborn/New Mommy Essentials

When I was pregnant with Ellie I was a compulsive list-maker (okay, I’m still a compulsive list-maker, so sue me). I was so concerned with be prepared for a new baby that I wrote down like, everything I could ever need.

After I actually HAD Ellie, I adjusted my lists – to be more realistic, to include things that I used regularly, and to exclude things I once thought I needed but really didn’t. I’ve had a number of friends and family members become pregnant with their first babies since then, and I’ve enjoyed sharing my OCD with all of them.

I recently had a few requests to share my SuperLists on the blog, so here you go! The topics include Newborn Essentials, What to Pack in Your Hospital Bag, What to Pack in Your Diaper Bag, and What to Keep in Your Baby’s Med Kit. I’ll share the lists in their own posts over the next few days, and I’ll include links to products wherever I can. Feel free to share, bookmark, and certainly to add your thoughts!

Superwife’s Newborn Essentials (or, Things I Couldn’t Live Without When I Was a New Mommy)

  • Munchkin Dog night light (or a Mobi Glomate) (I still use it every day, and now Ellie likes to play with it too!)
  • Fisher Price Seahorse (it’s like a gloworm!)
  • Cuff sleeve onesies (babies scratch themselves a lot)
  • Mittens (babies scratch themselves A LOT!)
  • A&D ointment (Target brand, green lid is my favorite)
  • Baby powder
  • JJ Cole BundleMe Carseat Cover
  • Some sort of carseat hangy music toy
  • Baby Tylenol
  • Johnson’s Bedtime Baby Wash
  • Johnson’s Bedtime Baby Lotion
  • Baby nail clippers
  • Baby hairbrush & comb (Ellie needed it!)
  • Cloth diapers (for burp pads)
  • Receiving blankets
  • Baby bathtub
  • Soothie pacifiers
  • Thermometer
  • Waterproof fitted crib sheets
  • Waterproof changing table pads
  • Blankies
  • Boppy nursing pillow
  • Crib mobile/projector
  • Swing! (absolute lifesaver)
  • Playpen w/changing table
  • Bottle dryer (the Boon grass thingy is cool and I still use it)
  • Wipes warmer (I like the Munchkin one)
  • Baby monitor (I love my Summer Best View video monitor)
  • Bottles (even if you plan to breastfeed, you may need to use a bottle for some reason or another sooner than you think. I like Playtex DropIns and Playtex VentAir bottles)
  • CarSeat: one that tightens in the front!!! (our Chicco Keyfit30 is great)
  • Babytrend Snap-n-Go Stroller (if you need a stroller… Nice for travel, but for shopping and stuff you just put the carseat in the shopping cart!)

And for Momma:

  • Breast pads
  • Nursing bra/tanks
  • Lanisoh Nipple Cream
  • Lanisoh Soothies Nipple Gel Pads
  • Dermoplast (numbing spray!)
  • Tucks Pads
  • Granny panties (you’ll throw them away)
  • Giant pads (lol, or ask for LOTS extra at the hospital)
  • Breast Pump (Medela is the best)

Instead of peppering this whole post with links to products, I thought I’d just provide this link to SUPERWIFE’S PICKS on Amazon. There, you can browse through photos and listings of most of the items I’ve listed here. Enjoy!

 

Of course that’s the first thing he thought of…

When Adam and I went in for my first baby appointment for Superkid #2, we were told our due date was Thanksgiving. I immediately teared up, thinking of how this was such a wonderful thing to be able to give thanks for.

Adam, on the other hand, laughed out loud. My doctor and I both looked at him in confusion.

Me: Please share what is so humorous, Dear.

Adam: Oh nothing. Just thinking about the awesome timing. It should actually save us a lot of money this year.

Me: Huh?

Adam: Yeah… you’re totally not going to be able to go Black Friday shopping.

Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Can I hold it in?? Or push it out sooner???

I really, really hate it when he’s right.

At least there’s still Cyber Monday. :)

Interpretation: Husbands vs Wives

Today I went in for my monthly prenatal appointment (I’m at 17 weeks!), armed with a few questions about some new, disturbing “side effects” I’ve been experiencing this pregnancy. With the first occurrence being about a month ago, I’ve been having pretty regular (but unpredictable) panic attacks.

I wrote a little quip on Facebook a few weeks ago about crying on an airport tram in Vegas, but really they’re very scary. I know a bunch of you are going to be all “oh haha I’ve totally had those before don’t worry about it” – but I have NEVER experienced anything like this, and it scares the crap outta me. I don’t get high anxiety, I don’t worry myself to death about anything and I certainly have never had a claustrophobic panic-like attack. Until this baby (grubby little boy, I’m telling you).

So this is what happens: I’m minding my own business, definitely not thinking about scary things or worrying about anything, when all of a sudden my chest starts to feel like someone has put a giant strap around it and is slowly tightening it. Then my breath quickens, I immediately start sweating, and in some cases I’ve gotten that tunnel vision where you starts to see stars and darkening around the edge of your sightline. WHAT THE F*CK IS THAT ALL ABOUT??? 

It’e definitely influenced by the number of people in my vicinity (read: this baby is antisocial), and temperature makes everything worse (read: no more Hawaii or Vegas). So… please don’t invite me to any parties in small spaces, okay? I’ve now experienced “the crazy” in a limo, on a crowded beach, in an elevator, on an airport tram, and most recently in a movie theater. Seriously, a movie theater?? But I really wanna go see Magic Mike next month!!

ANYHOO… I spoke to the doctor about it and she did offer to put me on Zoloft or a beta blocker. When I said I’d reeeeeeally rather not take a daily pill that alters my brain chemistry while I’m pregnant, she said there were a few coping mechanisms I could try out:

First, ummm, don’t put myself in small spaces with lots of people (lol DUH). Second, apply pressure to my hand between my thumb and my forefinger. Third, chew gum! Doc says that when you press your lips together and chew gum, it sends anti-anxiety signals to your brain. My thoughts when I heard all of these suggestions? “Well good! I’ll just head to Costco and buy an economy pack of Trident!”

Now, here is that same information presented to Adam in a phone call 5 minutes later:

Adam: Hi honey. How did the appt go – are you still crazy?

Me: Hardy har. Yes, but she gave me some suggestions on how to work through the insanity. Apparently chewing gum is comething that will help, because pressing yor lips together can send anti-anxiety signals to your brain!

Adam: So basically the medical doctor told you that whenever you feel crazy to press your lips together and keep your mouth occupied?

Me: Um, NO, she said to CHEW GUM. I see where this is going, sicko.

Adam: I can think of something else you could do that costs less than a pack of gum…

So… now Adam seems to think I got a doctor-backed prescription to give bjs whenever I feel panicky. Funny, I didn’t see that one coming.

 

It’s hard work growing a… baby.

I’ve been saving this story for a few weeks because I hadn’t made my announcement yet, but now that you (well, you that follow Superwife on Facebook) know that I’m growin’ Superbaby #2, here you go!

Adam and I found out we were pregnant on March 10th… right after I got back from a week in Chicago for work, during which I nearly fainted twice, had abnormally high blood pressure, and endured a monster migraine from hell (all while training on a new product I’m selling). I had suspected something was up, so I took two pregnancy tests the week I got home. Both turned out negative.

I had a dream a few nights later and shot out of a dead sleep at 3am just KNOWING I was pregnant. I knew it in my bones, if that even makes sense. When I took that 3rd pregnancy test at 6am the next morning… BINGO!! Got my positive. :)

So… we only shared with family and a few close friends, and then I waited to share with the entire world (aka Facebook) until after I had broken the news to my boss. And now here we are – 16 weeks pregnant!

This baby is totally a boy. No, we’re not finding out until I push it out of me on or around Thanksgiving Day (my due date!), but I just know it’s a boy. My pregnancy with Ellie was relatively smooth sailing (except for the damn kidney stones)… THIS little monster, however, decided to torture me for the first 4 months. I was sick, ALLLLLL the time, and I seriously had to pull over in the middle of my sales calls almost every day to take little 15-minute power naps so I didn’t fall asleep at stop lights. Therefore, I’ve decided it’s a boy. Only a dirty, grimy little mischevious mini-Adam could make me feel so terrible, lol. Slugs and snails and puppy-dog tails, right?

And now, a little bit of SuperHubs for you (I know you’ve all been missing him)…

Adam: How are you feeling today, babe?

Me: Ugh, terrible. I just want to go to sleep and wake up in June.

Adam: What’s wrong?

Me: Well I just feel like I can’t keep my eyes open. I’m so fricken exhausted I can’t do ANYTHING!

Adam: Well, it does make sense.

Me: No, it doesn’t. I never felt like this with Ellie. NEVER.

Adam: Yeah but this time you’re all tired because it’s super hard work growing a huge baby penis.

(Obviously we know what Adam is rooting for.)

SuperAdvice: Don’t Be An iBoob

Friends, do I have another Superwife lesson for you…

It’s possible that you may have a young toddler who loves technology as much as Superbaby does. Have you ever let your child play with your iPhone or iPad? Does it buy you a few minutes every now and then – to set your kiddo up with your iPad while you blowdry your hair or hastily apply some makeup?

Well… a word of caution:

Your baby knows how to embarrass you. Just when you think you have everything under control… even when you’re not anywhere NEAR your baby – that little one OWNS you.

Let’s say – hypothetically – that you need JUSTAFEWDAMNMINUTES to finish getting ready the morning of a business trip. You’re frazzled, you’re behind, and your hair is a wreck. Your little one is wreaking havoc on everything and anything, so you set her up with your iPad on the floor next to you as you sit down to dry your hair. You haven’t had a chance to grab any clothes quite yet, so you perch yourself on an office chair with just a towel around your waist – no biggie, it’s just you and kiddo in the house anyway.

She plays contently, flipping through apps and bobbing her head to the song she’s smartly selected from your music library – giving you just the time you need to beautify yourself and then proceed to get dressed.

You might think this is an innocent, easy solution to your morning mayhem – DON’T BE FOOLED. Because the rest of this story might go like this:

You’ve kissed your kiddo goodbye. You’ve packed your carry-on bag for the plane, complete with your iPad to keep you busy for the next few hours. You take your seat, squeezed in between two nice gentlemen, on your four-hour flight. You open up your bag, pull out your iPad, turn it on, and…

HELLOOOOOOOOO BREASTS.

You now – hypothetically – find yourself staring at an iPad-sized photograph of YOUR OWN BOOBS. Taken by – you guessed it – your conniving, sneaky sweet, innocent little baby.

Now I don’t know how you would act upon finding yourself in this predicament, but IIII would probably let out a squeal, freak out and fumble until I accidentally drop my iPad, turn bright red and immediately start sweating profusely… and then I’d spend the next four hours staring straight ahead and not making ANY eye contact or conversation with the gentlemen on  either side of me. If this ever happened to me.

So… a word to the wise – either don’t let baby play with your iPhone/iPad/smartphone/camera, or check your damn photostream before you leave the house.

Just in case.

Self-Portrait by Superbaby

Pop go the Cheerios

This toy… seems harmless enough, yes? When the red button is pushed, it blows a gentle flow of air that “pops” bright colored plastic balls out of the trunk with barely any pressure at all. Ellie LOVES it.

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Word to the wise: do NOT leave your mischievous toddler with this toy unattended. Because it’s *possible* that she could think that objects other than the included plastic balls will fit in that trunk. And it’s *possible* that other objects might include Cheerios. And it’s *possible* that too many Cheerios in the trunk will clog up the system so that air won’t blow out of it anymore.

Then, you might walk in to the living room and see that the toy isn’t working, and it’s *possible* that you’ll turn it upside down and dump one or two Cheerios out of it. You might think you’ve fixed the problem, and it’s *possible* that you’ll put your face over the trunk hole to look inside.

Now I’m not saying its a definite, but as you have your eye one centimeter from the trunk, it is *extremely possible* that your toddler will push that effing red button.

When If this happens, it’s *probable* that the rest of those Cheerios that kidlet shoved in there will shoot out of the toy like bullets and pelt you directly in the face. Cheerio crumbs might get in your eyes and under your contacts, making you throw drop the toy and dance around like a baboon while trying not to yell obscenities.

And then… it’s 100% INEVITABLE that your toddler will laugh hysterically. And maybe clap.

(This public service announcement has been brought to you by Superwife. You’ve been warned.)