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Monday, 19 October 2009

Packing for Delivery

When I had 2 more months to go, someone asked if I had packed for the hospital stay. I was like, isn't that a little bit kiasu? I thought the dude was joking, apparently he wasn't. He said in a slightly serious tone that we ought to be get that bag ready.

So now, with 5 more weeks to go, I have yet to pack. I haven't given much of a thought yet, and maybe I should soon. My plan was to pack on The Day itself, at least I have something to distract me from the contraction pains. Then I start to suspect that I would want to clean up the home when I am having contractions and there would be too many things to do! Plus, of course I wouldn't want to pack in a hurry and leave anything out.

So what to pack for the hospital? I have no clue, other than maybe clothes and toiletries. I am certain that I will want to have a book with me too. I came out with a list, I hope I am not over packing.

Hospital appointment card.

Our NRICs.

A book. I was quite set on Louis Theroux, now I may want to read Kazuo Ishiguro instead. Maybe I will bring both. ARGH.

Pen and paper. In the event that I need to ask the doctor or nurses some questions and they are not available then. Also maybe the names of the people who will take care of me when I am there, so I can send them a thank you card after that.

Camera with extra battery fully charged. Got to make sure there is a memory card in it as well!

My own set of toiletries.

A pair of slippers for walking around in.

Change of clothes for me, The Husband and The Little One. Must remember her receiving blanket, mittens and booties. I may need extra nursing bras and er breast pads. Maxipads are IMPORTANT! I am thinking of getting some disposable panties too. Oh and a couple of extra diapers for her just in case.

My hand phone. Must be fully charged. I am thinking of telling my family only after I have popped. I have 4 siblings, all pretty gan cheong, since this will be the first time for all of them to be uncles and aunties, they will be calling constantly and what if I am having one of those awful contractions??????? Then again, I will be too excited not to not tell them. They just need to promise me to be patient and wait for news from The Husband. First grandchild some more leh, on both sides. There is a private number in every delivery room, but I doubt I will give out that number to anyone at all.

A watch to time my contractions.

Some snacks for me after delivery. Like cereal bars, nuts, dried fruits, cream crackers, milo and chocolates. For The Husband too, so he doesn't go hungry together with me.

Am I packing too much stuff? Did I leave anything out?

Sunday, 18 October 2009

It is finally done!

And it would be in her room. I procrastinated and procrastinate some more before I finally finish it up. It was meant for someone else, but now, somehow, I don't think it is so suitable. I did another one for that person and will keep this for The Little One instead.

Big Breakfast Sundays

Usually breakfasts are the lightest meals for us. Cereals, a sandwich, some yogurt or tomatoes, milk, juices or coffee. Sometimes we will indulge and go to Coffee Bean for a breakfast before he goes to work. We have not done the noodle breakfast in a while now, or the economical bee hoon. That one isn't the healthiest thing to eat, but sometimes you just need some comforting, albeit a little trashy and greasy.

On Sundays, we take our first meal of the day a little more serious. We will talk about what to eat the day or the week before. Most times, it is to motivate us to get up a little earlier on Sundays so the day will last that little bit longer for us. It is the only day in the week that we indulge in a full English breakfast fry up. We used to do it once or twice at home, but it was a little too greasy to clean up after that. Besides, it is nice to be out, especially when it is nice and sunny on a Sunday morning. There are few things in life that is as enjoyable as such.

We were in District 10 this week. The place is in the old Monk's Hill Secondary School campus where The Husband was a student. I suggested visiting the campus one night while we were doing one of our random cruise-abouts. He got pretty excited when we got there, pointing out his classrooms, and the places to me. The restaurant was where the canteen was, so, wouldn't it be nice to be able to dine in there once again? I had the same feeling when I visited Old School in Mt Sophia last year. I was pointing out my classrooms, pointing out where the stuff were and where my friends and I would be standing and chatting and the nonsense we were up to. It certainly brings back a lot of nice memories. After so many years, we tend to remember the good things and forget the not so good ones.