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That time I took the kitchen sink in my hospital bag…

01/08/2016 Comments Off on That time I took the kitchen sink in my hospital bag…

The door on the hospital ward bashed open and I could hear Dickie dragging through the masses of bags I’d insisted that we needed for the perfect birth. What had started off as one simple bag had soon escalated into THREE bags, one for myself, one for the baby and one for Dickie… to keep him out of trouble.

Having read quite a few books and spoken to lots of people about what they found helpful, my list of essentials had gotten out of hand. However, I was determined that nothing could be dropped and poor Dickie, eager to please, had gone along with my suggestions.

When I look back at what I thought I’d need and what I actually used, I laugh and cringe in equal measures. Here’s what I took with me (there is no exaggeration exercised in this list)…


  • Black Out Blind
  • Battery Operated Candles
  • Diptique Diffuser & Room Spray
  • Expensive Toiletries
  • Make up
  • Enough food to feed a small country
  • Maternity pads
  • Breast pads
  • Nightgown
  • Bikini
  • Slippers
  • Flip Flops
  • Hair straighteners
  • Photos of my happy place
  • Big pants
  • Water spray
  • Fan
  • Phone charger
  • Going home outfit
  • Magazines
  • iPad
  • My own pillow


  • Baby grows
  • Vests
  • Nappies
  • Nappy cream
  • Baby wipes
  • Olive oil (to make removal of that first poo just a little bit easier)
  • Nail file
  • Comforter
  • Blanket


  • iPad
  • Snacks (as if I hadn’t taken enough)
  • Emergency phone power supply
  • Birth plan


  • Make up
  • Maternity pads
  • Nightgown
  • Big pants
  • Phone charger
  • Going home outfit
  • My own pillow

For little Bells and Dickie, we used pretty much everything that we took for them! I can’t recommend the olive oil highly enough. Get your birthing partner to wipe some on their tiny booty when they’re placed on you and you won’t spend hours trying to scrub that first notorious poo! You’re welcome.


I’d envisaged a calm sanctuary of peace and tranquility where I would simply breath the baby out of my body. I had the black out blinds to make it nice and cosy, the candles, the diffusers and pictures of my happy place…. but I was saving it for my private delivery room… I didn’t want it to be wasted on everyone in the ward! In my head, the room was going to be like my very own spa where I would be wallowing in a birthing pool. The truth is that by the time I got my own room, I was so determined that Dickie was going to go and get me EVERY SINGLE DRUG KNOWN TO MAN that getting anything out of the bag didn’t cross my mind. In fact, I couldn’t even tell you if the room had a window.

I was told that the first shower you take is the most amazing shower ever and therefore the idea of luxurious shower products made total sense, but in my state of panic (convinced somebody would steal Bells in my absence), it was the quickest shower that I’ve ever taken in my life! Probably not assisted by the fact that because I’d had surgery, there was at least a day of bed baths. Diptique doesn’t smell quite as nice when it’s being applied to you with sterile gloves by a stranger!

My pillow? Ahhhh my pillow. Probably the best thing that I could have taken. The snacks? Untouched. Magazines? Unread… have you ever tried reading whilst frantically bouncing on a birthing ball? Maternity pads? Saved me from the embarrassment of wearing towels like they gave you in school when you first started your periods! Breast pads? Milk comes in on around day 3… total waste of time. Clothes for the birth? Completely naked and nobody was going to tell me otherwise. Clothes for going home? Essential 😉 Probably worth taking a longer top that hides all of the bulges from said maternity pads if you’re planning on wearing comfy leggings!

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m sure that there are things on that list, which would be useful in a normal birth… I’m more than aware that having been forced to have an emergency c-section, I’m not your average pusher… but girls, do yourself a favour and save your money for nursing clothes after the birth… why hadn’t that crossed my mind???

M xox

Melanie Kentish

Hi! My name's Mel and I'm a 30 something blogger living in Windsor, UK with my two ginger cats and a rather handsome husband. White Cotton Peonies is the place where you'll find my ramblings on health, fashion, beauty, food and my random adventures as a soon-to-be mum. Enjoy.