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What Shall I Put In My Hospital Bag?

Pregnant woman with hospital bagHospital Bag

It is best to pack yours and the baby’s items that will be needed into a bag a few weeks before your due date. I would recommend having it ready as early as 32 weeks, as it is so much nicer to be prepared in an emergency situation-rather than relying on a partner or family member to get everything needed and bring to the hospital at a later stage.  Only you really know what you want to have in it.

Below I have compiled 1 list for the baby and 1 list for items you will/may need. Some of the things on the mummy list may not even get used, but it’s best to have them in your hospital bag just in case-you can always pass them onto a friend if you don’t end up using them.

For Baby

*1 pack of nappies

*1 pack of wet wipes

*Cotton wool pads

*Nappy sacks

*3 vests

*3 baby grows

*1 pair of scratch mitts

*2 bibs

*lots of muslin squares

*New-born size hat

hospital bagAlthough you may only plan on staying in hospital for a few hours after the birth and then getting back home as soon as possible,  (all being well of course),  even that will be enough time for your newborn to wee or poo on more than 1 vest/ baby grow, so packing a few is essential. Usually a newborn size will be the correct size to have for most babies that are born, but be prepared that if your baby weighs over 9lb at birth then she may not fit into it! I had this problem with my first son, and had to get my mum to take a detour on the way to the hospital to buy some bigger baby grows to put him in. It’s advisable to pack at least 1 vest and baby grow in a 0-3m size.

For Mum

*Birthing night shirt

*Cotton dressing gown – go for a thin one as hospitals are kept at warm temperatures!

*2 clean night-shirts/pyjamas for use after birth-with buttons or front opening if you plan on breastfeeding.

*2 pairs of knickers

*1 pack of large disposable knickers. These are fab to use in the first few days after birth when you are bleeding heavily, as they can just be thrown away if stained with blood. Also great if you end up having a c-section, as they can just be cut off which saves you painfully bending down.

*1 pack of Maternity sanitary towels

*1 pack of breast pads-although you shouldn’t actually need these until your full milk supply comes in around day 3 after birth. It depends how long you end up having to stay in hospital.

*2 breastfeeding bras-if you plan on breast-feeding.

*Slippers

*Dettol wipes/ Hand sanitiser-this is usually provided-but always nice to have your own!

*Your birth plan

*Your maternity notes

*Camera, Phone and chargers

*A notebook and pen

*Wash bag containing toothbrush, toothpaste, shower soap, deodorant and anything else you like.

*Small change for hospital car park or pay phone

*Day clothes to go home in when you are discharged.

by

Lisa Clegg – The Blissful Baby Expert

Yoga and Pregnancy

Yoga TwistBreathe for a Better Pregnancy and Birth

Breathing well is really important during pregnancy when you breathe for your unborn baby as well as yourself. Each breath you take nourishes your baby with new oxygenated blood and takes waste products away.

Breathe low to relax

When our breathing is slow, full, smooth and low we feel relaxed and free. During activity and stress our breathing moves away from our belly and higher up in the chest. In daily life this will increase feelings of anxiety. The converse is also true. With conscious breathing, you can allow it to settle lower into your belly. You will notice how you begin to feel more relaxed. As your baby grows inside you, you may experience as sense of having ‘less space to breath’. You may feel your breathing becomes higher and faster. Feeling your breath higher, faster and lighter can be misunderstood as anxiety, however in pregnancy this is perfectly healthy.

Breathe easy and enjoy your pregnancy

Many mothers-to-be experience some anxiety as they prepare for motherhood and cope with the discomforts of pregnancy. This doesn’t harm your baby – but knowing how to breathe well will help you enjoy your pregnancy more. You can use your breathing to help you during giving blood, internal examinations or when you feel unsettled. Focusing on a steady relaxed out breath will help you bloom.

Watch & listen

Watching and listening to your breath can help increase your sense of positivity. At challenging times it can bring you back to yourself. This process of noticing the breath and focusing on it is called breath awareness. You can listen to the sound of your breath and see your body gently expand with each in breath. You can also feel the sens of your body becoming bigger and stronger as you breath in, and more relaxed and receptive as you Yoga - Seatedbreath out. Breath awareness will help you settle your mind and emotions during your pregnancy.

Traditional yogic breathing

Traditional yogic breath practices cleanse, balance, heat and cool the body. Ujjayi (victorious breathing) is good for settling the mind. Its is good for pregnancy when done very gently as it relaxes and centers. There are specially devised breathing practices for pregnancy as many traditional yogic breaths are too strong for pregnancy.

Focus on your breathing during birth

During labour you will be able to work with your body and become more intuitive by using breath awareness. Consciously listening to your out breath will focus your mind, and allows your body’s natural intelligence to take over. Your body will be able to get on with the job it needs to do, unhampered by your thoughts. During labour taking deep, rhythmical breaths will, bringing increased clarity and confidence. Conscious breathing will steady your emotions, and allow you to trust your body. It will help you to ‘go with’ the experience. To stay in the moment imagine you are blowing away any pain away from you.

Birth-Day Breathing

Specialised breathing techniques act as a natural form of ‘pain relief’. Using a soft mouth and long exhalation are common themes to these practices. Birth-Day breathing and Dandelion breathing adapt with moment during your contraction.
As your contraction peaks, so does your breathing, and as the contraction decreases – so does your breathing. Your breathing and contractions work together to bring your baby closer to birth. These techniques work very well, and many women come back, amazed, about their affect.
‘It made a HUGE HUGE difference – the breathing works wonders!’
Leeza Minns

Breathe for yourself, your birth and your baby

Your breathing connects you with your baby during pregnancy, labour and birth. Bringing your baby into the world is one of the most important things you will ever do, and breathing your baby into the world is a beautiful, satisfying way to do it.

Susannah Dean Ramponi has written and illustrated ‘Yoga & breathing for pregnancy & birth’ which covers yoga, the specialised breathing techniques mentioned, and active birth positions. (£9.99 from www.theyoga.co.uk/yoga-shop/ and amazon.co.uk)

This is a visual guide to yoga for pregnancy and birth, using the book should feel like doing yoga: relaxed, enjoyable and enlivening.Integrating yoga, breathing techniques and active birth positions can prepare the body and mind for birth. With practise you will be able to calm and energise your being so you are well-prepared to birth your baby. Bring your baby into the world consciously. This book is written with YogaBirth. This is the association of professionally trained teachers of pregnancy yoga and childYoga Breathing Illustrationbirth education. Their unique formula has been developed over 30 years. YogaBirth brings commitment, community and experience to the world of yoga and pregnancy. Practise, breathe, relax & enjoy. So you are well-prepared for the birthing of your baby.

‘Lovingly crafted. This will serve as the perfect introduction to YogaBirth’
Judy Cameron: Midwife – Antenatal Education Co-ordinator & YogaBirth Course Director

‘A beautiful book: the yoga and breathing are made accessible with simple directions and illustrations. This is a wonderful way to create health and peace of mind throughout pregnancy, and to prepare for labour and birthing’
Jill Benjoya Miller: Active Birth & YogaBirth Teacher

eyelash extensions…here’s what happened…

last Friday, i had a bit of a splurge on myself at the salon and had my eyebrows threaded, dyed semi-permanent, had a manicure, had my hair blow-dried and had the ‘cheaper’ eyelash extensions applied (£35!!!!)…i looked the bomb when i walked out of the place!

i had asked the technician how i was supposed to keep these eyelashes looking good for 4 weeks (while i was there, a lady came in to have hers removed after FIVE WEEKS!!!) because it was a serious sting to the pocket…the technician told me that i had to make sure not to get them wet and to stay out of steamy areas :?

okay, let’s list some of those places: the shower, the sauna, the steam-room at the gym (for those who go to the gym, that is – not me, ha!), standing over the cooker (for those who cook, that is lol)

i thought it was a bit odd but then thought i was just unaccustomed to the new beauty regimes seeing as i’ve neglected myself for a few years and things have changed dramatically (remember my Hollywood experience? :lol: ) i decided to consult with the internet on care suggestions – surely i couldn’t be alone in this quandary!

note to self – sleeping: either sit up to sleep or sleep with an eye mask :? hmmmm…i had one skulking about in a drawer somewhere in the house (who’d have thought that BA would come in so handy, eh! :lol: ) found it! at least now my luscious extensions won’t get either squished, distorted or come unstuck during the night…yeah….right

so, cue Saturday morning and i’m going into the shower…how the frack am i supposed to wash my face without screwing £35?!?!?! :shock: i wet my hands and apply cleanser gingerly then wash it off the same way (fracking laborious and long-winded :roll: )…yet, despite my efforts, noted i’d dislodged 3 strands of extensions…checked in the mirror and i didn’t look like a singed dog so carried on with my day :D

note to self – another scenario to avoid: eye drops. no matter how distressed your eyes get due to hayfever symptoms, applying it can cost you your extensions!!!!

Sunday morning. i still look glam but have lost 2 more lashes. feeling a deep longing to just put my face under the shower spray but must resist.

Sunday evening. glamour is overrated. my face needs to feel the refreshing spray of the shower. ah, well, i’ll protect them with my eye mask while i sleep.

Monday morning. sleeping much better with the eye mask but it makes not a blind bit of difference to the confounded extensions. they’re still sticking out in all directions when i wake up. two dropped out on my cheek when i take off the mask.

Monday afternoon. hayfever is a biatch today, eyes streaming. need eye drops. frack eyelash extensions. for the money i paid, they need to be able to live my life with me – good and bad days! lost another extension.

Tuesday morning. who would ever have thought that you could miss WASHING YOUR FACE?!?!?!? :lol: it’s now been 4 days since i’ve had eyelash extensions applied and i can say that i will NOT be wasting that kind of money again!

see ya…i’m off to have a lovely shower and i’m gonna stand under the stream and blow water bubbles because i just missed the feel of running water on my face. :lol:

beauty, pain and Hollywood, baby!

oh yes, yesterday i decided to take a stroll down ‘I Really Do Love Me Lane’ and then turned right on ‘Beauty Treatment Road’ and ended up at ‘Pamper Me Without Feeling Guilty That I’m Spending This Money Drive’…and do you want to know something eerie? it’s made me feel okay about myself!
last weekend, my hubby suggested that i treat myself to a pedicure so, as i’ve not had one for at least 3 years, i decided why ever not? and i went along to the local salon that’s just opened (by ‘just’ i mean 8 months but since i’ve got anxiety and depression issues, i’ve not been going into any local buildings other than the newsagent, GP and chemist lol)
so after having had lovely, manicured feet to look at for the past week, i decided that as Spring’s around the corner, i might take this opportunity to get my ‘lady garden’ in order! so, after seeking the okay from other half -aka he who would finance this adventure- i made an appointment and went along…
do you know the difference between a Brazillian and a Hollywood? apart from them being in 2 different hemispheres, there was only a fiver so i thought i’d do Hollywood…
OMG…
the pain! OMG!!!! childbirth was a breeze compared to this self-inflicted torture..but after the first strip was pulled away, i was committed…it had to be done, i had to let her finish, i had to achieve my mission so i sucked it up, screamed a few times and only managed to almost break her arm in a leg-lock once…
so now, i’m hair-free and contemplating whether i should do it again in 4 weeks or six! wow…lol

do you have an emergency ‘restore point’?

all computer operating systems have one so why shouldn’t we?

yesterday i woke up and could not move. the experience was very similar to my BC (before child) days when the cause would’ve likely been an overindulgence of alcoholic beverages the night before but i’d not been drinking. no, i woke up realising that it was Saturday and my buddy was coming to visit me and i was having an anxiety attack because of it.
see, i’ve not seen her for almost a year. we used to work together at ‘that place that cannot be mentioned’ before i left suffering from work-related stress and she left to start her own business a few months later..
even though we’ve sporadically kept in touch over the past months through Skype and Facebook, with my agoraphobia, depression and anxiety attacks the time just flew by and without realising it, 11 months had passed.
yet, i was about to meet up with the most ‘zen’ of people i’ve even had the fortune to cross paths with but somehow, because of the relation and link with ‘that place that cannot be mentioned’, i was totally having a freakout…
the room was spinning, my chest was hurting, my palms were sweating, i was dry-heaving…
this lasted for almost 20 minutes. i had to keep reminding myself that it was not going to last, that just as anxiety went up, it had to come down…
i’m typing this a day later and i’m getting the same symptoms again – i think this is going to be the topic of tomorrow’s therapy session! lol
dead on 12 midday, she arrives. despite the awful, cold, wet and windy weather, not to mention suspension of parts of the Jubilee Line, she’s made it to my home. Ryan’s not home, just Nathan and i, so i have no choice but to open the door myself. sounds quite dramatic, eh? well, i can assure you, it FELT worse! lol
she came in and we hugged. at first, it was a bit ‘stranger-ish’ but her ‘zen-ability’ kicked in and then i was spilling everything to her about what had happened to me up until her arrival. and she listened. she listened like only an amazing friend would. then she hugged me like only the most bestest friend in the world could and made me feel okay about being in a bit of a mental mess.
she’s not seen Nathan since he was a few weeks old, but she’s never forgotten a birthday or an event yet still, my son was sooooo relaxed with her! that speaks volumes because he is very shy and annoyingly clingy and whiney (lol) when there’s someone new in our home but he wanted to share and take turns with her on the Wii and on his DS! he even brought out his Bakugan collection to impress her! she played sword fighting and football with him. he cried when she was leaving at 8pm. he asked me when my sister was coming back. he thinks Auntie Gwen is really his aunt like Auntie Candy, Anutie Nikki and Auntie Gis are and i can understand why. you see, my darling sister-friend didn’t only bring me a birthday cake that she’d made and iced herself, a cake that the three of us had great fun decorating and videoing the whole mad event, that we lit a ’3′ candle and sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to me 3 days early lol no, she did something even more awesome…
she remembered the fun person i was when she met me years before this episode in my life, and concentrated her efforts on helping me to find my ‘restore point’…and that is the most priceless gift she could have given me for my birthday…
i think it’s a good idea to find and save some more ‘restore points’. will you?

my mind, the whirlwind…i am woman

have you ever just tried to completely WRITE DOWN everything that pops into your mind? seriously…take 15 minutes, exhale, invite ‘random’ into your head and put pen to paper…you would be amazed at just how much stuff – trivial, important, random, crucial – is all jumbled up inside there!
i did it…
i got scared….
it’s a dark, jumbled, scary place, my womanly mind lol
i am, to be blatantly honest with you, AMAZED that i’d not lost my mind sooner!
i’m a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a PA, a daily combatant with the perils involved in relying on public transport and all the joys and surprises it brings with it…
i don’t cook but i must eat, i must make sure that my child is fed if daddy doesn’t make it home on time thanks to public transportation during rush hour, i need to keep track of what bills are going out and when, i need to remember when my period is due (28 days just flies by otherwise and i get a shock!), i need to make sure that said offspring is happily ensconced in reliable childcare while i’m rushing about trying to keep up with the big kids in the office…
i need to make doctor’s appointments, collect prescriptions, remember friends’ birthdays, remember my son’s friends’ birthdays, pay bills, make personal phone calls, keep on top of the HMRC when they suddenly married me off to another man with the same NI number as my husband (yes, this is totally true! lol)…
i need to schedule all manner of therapies which are meant to help me regain some semblance of sanity…
now i need to schedule attending a course, doing homework, when assignments are due, ironing, dishwashing, nursery runs….OMG! how could i forget?! Nathan’s social calendar! birthday parties, sleepovers, play-dates, fun-time at Mickey D’s or Cookies Island
and that was only 5 minutes inside my head…lol
last year, i was fortunate to receive the Organise Her diary and i can honestly say, with hand on heart, that it is the closest thing to free daily therapy! i can keep track of the most random thought because it’s easy to put it in…there’s enough space for me to elaborate on anything that needs more information…
the amazing [read: slightly morbid] thing is that now, should anything happen to me, this would serve as a perfect record of the million and one things that i needed to address during the calendar year.
ha!

Center Parcs Sherwood Forest

We needed an excuse (or did we?) to venture back up to where Robin Hood and his Merry Men once used to hang out in order to kill two birds with one stone.
The first was to celebrate a 21st birthday and the second was to escape the daily mayhem to somewhere quiet, isolated and with very poor mobile phone signal.

Center Parcs Sherwood Forest fitted the bill perfectly in virtually every respect. It, like its colleagues in Longleat, Elveden and Whinfell, offers a temporary escape into a different world where spoiling oneself is the order of the day. Whatever your pleasure, there is sure to be at least one way of fulfilling it there.

We kicked things off by calming things down in the Aqua Sana spa, where after a couple of hours of therapeutic cycles of sweating and cooling, we were like snakes withAqua Sana Spa at Sherwood Forest recently shed skins, tingling in our newly exfoliated glow. To put a squirt of icing on the cake, it was then time to collect our bikes and build up another sweat on the way to the lodge.

Now when I say lodge, I use the term very loosely. On the outside, yes, it’s a wooden-clad place to stay in the country, but open the door and you’re in something quite different. Ours was described as ‘Executive’… hmm, still rummaging for relevance here… which probably relates somewhere along the distant line to getting things done. Or maybe it relates to the trend for hotel chains to lure more ‘Executives’ by offering them a bottle of water, a bowl of fruit and a more art-deco style for only sixty quid more per night. Who knows! Anyway, this was no country log cabin. The huge reception lounge was skirted by one of the four en-suite bedrooms, each with its own flat screen TV, an open-plan kitchen Center Parcs Executive Lodgewith all mod-cons, and games room with a veritable compendium of console games, a pool table, various board games and some real old-fashioned backgammon, chess and even a shove ‘alfpenny board. All this accompanied by one of the most comprehensive instruction manuals I have laid eyes on since we bought our Anthony Worral Thomson 3-speed food mixer.

It’s all centrally heated, spotlessly clean and (almost) all in good working order. The ‘almost’ relates to the dodgy dishwasher, which despite a bit of TLC from the maintenance staff, steadfastly refused to de-gunk our plates. There again, with a few of the offspring approaching boredom point toward the end of the second day was it a problem anyway?

We ate out at the Foresters Inn on the first night. This was a real pleasure. The restaurant welcomed us like family and we were looked after by one of the waiters Ossie, who was brilliant throughout, even treating our Birthday Girl to her own special birthday cocktail.

We entertained ourselves with a visit to the ‘SubTropical Swimming Paradise‘ on the Saturday. Subtropical Swimming ParadiseThis, as always was very entertaining with the real grown-ups having an excuse to fool around and be naughty by wreaking havoc on those outdoor rapids while avoiding the attention of the omnipresent lifeguards. Well, where else can we be naughty nowadays? It was all good fun and despite a rather squelchy changing experience it rejuvenated our ‘peeled’ effect from the spa the day before.

As it was a ‘special’ weekend we also booked some of the ‘Experiences’ on offer. The girls hopped and skipped back to Aqua Sana to pamper their faces and fingernails with all the latest chemicals (oops!) treatments while we, the boys, pitted our wits against each other with some off-road ‘Dirt Buggies’. A thoroughly entertaining and quite tiring experience was had by all with Matt, our youngest, stealing the show. We maintain it’s because he was the lightest, but I’m sure there was more than a little skill involved too. We came back dirty and with aching forearms. The embroidery therefore had to be shelved for the night as a result.

Being there on the weekend of November the 5th meant fireworks. The ‘Beach’ was packed to bursting with revellers off in search of the ultimate pop, bang and whizz. Most weren’t disappointed and the kids all seemed to love it. With plenty of fresh fayre on offer there, it was all-in-all quite a nice night out.

If you’ve never visited Center Parcs, go there! If only to experience it and to be able to relate to others who sing the merits. You’ll definitely leave there feeling stripped of the labours of the daily grind and will almost certainly want to save up some pennies (oh OK, pounds then) for next time.

Healthy Eating – The Winds of Change

This week has seen our much belated post-Christmas return to ‘healthy eating’.  It’s actually not such a painful process as some would lead you to believe.  We, like many had gone into overdrive over the holiday period and have only just coasted back down to a sensible speed.

Most of the foods in our revised menu are tasty, satisfying and easy to prepare.  Lots of fresh fruit and veggies with the odd decadent moment thrown in for good measure and to reassure us that there is life after sensible eating.

However, and this is a huge however, there has been a downside!

This week we’ve sampled the delights of vegetable omelette, aubergine and chick pea stew, baked beans on toast, a few ‘Fruitie’ sweets and lots of water to wash it all down.  The regime change started Monday with much enthusiasm and a profound realisation that it was a necessary step to avoid much more expensive ‘wardrobe adjustments’.

By Tuesday evening we were satisfied, even slightly smug about it all.  That is until we were sat down around the table at a friend’s house discussing our respective daughters’ gap year projects.  I was the first to notice that something wasn’t quite right, and I’m sure my incessant shuffling must have had them wondering.  By the time we got home, the discomfort had become an urgency and, once hovered in a safe area, the cause of the discomfort became blatantly obvious.

We’ve all suffered with this affliction at some point in our lives, kerpow !but last night was something else.  I felt like a deflating balloon.  This continued for some time, even waking Mrs C from her slumber at one point.  For once though, I wasn’t the only perpetrator.  What Mrs C’s lacked in cataclysmic force was more than compensated for in duration.   An Olympic sprinter would have completed the event for which he had trained for four years sooner than one of Mrs C’s ‘trumps’ had passed.

I’m sure it has been a temporary ‘blip’, but if not, my application is already in for my next career venture – kite test pilot!  What a blow!

N.