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The Day I Packed My Hospital Bag 🧳 (and What I Wish I’d Known)

💼 The Moment It Hit Me

There’s something surreal about packing a hospital bag. You fold tiny baby grows, roll up muslins, and suddenly — it hits you. This is it. The moment you’ve been waiting for.

I remember sitting on the bedroom floor surrounded by nappies and snacks, feeling equal parts excited and terrified. My heart was racing faster than my baby’s heartbeat.

It wasn’t just a bag. It was my ready bag for the biggest adventure of my life.


🍼 The Things I Thought I Needed

I went overboard. Two outfits per hour, five packs of wipes, enough snacks for a week — you name it. I was convinced I’d need it all.

But in reality? I didn’t even open half of it. My partner had to carry it all like we were moving house! 😂

If I could do it again, I’d focus on the comforts, not the clutter. Things that made me feel calm, grounded, and safe — because when labour starts, that’s what really matters.


💗 The Things I’ll Never Forget to Pack Again

Here’s what made a real difference:

  • A soft blanket that smelled like home

  • My favourite lip balm (hospitals are dry!)

  • A small speaker for music and baby’s recorded heartbeat 💓

  • A hair tie (trust me on this one)

  • Snacks for my partner (or he’ll steal yours!)

And honestly? The HeartbeatBond™ Baby Heartbeat Monitor recording helped me relax so much. That sound reminded me that baby and I were doing it together.


🫶 The Emotional Side of It All

When the bag was finally zipped up, I just sat there staring at it.
It felt like closing a chapter.
The next time I’d open that bag, I’d be a mum.

That thought both thrilled and scared me — but mostly, it filled me with love.

Every mum deserves to feel ready in her own way, whether that’s through careful planning or quiet faith. For me, that little hospital bag was my symbol of strength.


💞 What I Wish I’d Known

It’s easy to overthink what you pack — but it’s not about the things, it’s about the moments those things represent.

I wish I’d known that it’s okay to forget something. It’s okay to not have it all perfect.
Because when the moment comes, all you really need is love, trust, and that tiny heartbeat waiting to meet you. 💓

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