Mother’s Day

This post comes a little late, but I have been very ill the past couple of weeks with the flu and also very busy. So here it is, better late then never!

Mother’s day will always be bitter sweet for me. My mother died when I was only 1 years old, leaving my dad to look after my older sister 3yrs, myself 1yrs, and my younger sister 2 months old.

My Dad, me and my older sister

Growing up with one parent was confusing for me when I was younger. All my friends had a mum and dad, were all still together. I was the only one I knew with one parent. Mothers day at school was something I dreaded, I absolutely hated it. The teachers would give us mothers day cards to color in and decorate, which was always fine with me – I would give these to my dad. Then one year, the teacher gave me a different stencil to color in, I think it was a left over Christmas or Easter stencil instead and claimed I might prefer to do those instead. I was so embarrassed as all the other kids asked why I wasn’t doing mother’s day card’s like them. I had to tell them why. I think I was only in year one or 2, so i was fairly young but I remember it like it was yesterday.

Then the following year the teacher asked me if I would prefer to do something else instead of a Mother’s day card, I chose to do the card. I would give it to my dad of course! That’s when I decided Mothers day would be Mothers-fathers day. Dad did both roles, so why not celebrate mothers day with him. Over the years we made some awful breakfasts which we were super proud of and take it to him in bed with a coffee. We would give him awful gifts we had brought at the mother’s day stall at school… truly, they only had things like soap, pot purri, and everything was pink and frilly, or they had these little chocolate balls covered in coconut. They never catered for anyone in my situation. One year, I brought him a pair of pink ballerina plastic pot purri shoes, which to his credit, he hung on his wall in his bedroom for many years.

When I started the work force I hated and avoided talk of Mother’s day, when all the ladies gathered in the kitchen talking about there plans, I would excuse myself or avoid the gathering until the conversation had moved on to something else. I just did not want to be asked “what will you be doing for mother’s day” then having to make up something stupid like “oh, not much, just having a nice dinner” as that was easier then telling them my mother died when I was little and having to put up with the “oh, im so sorry” “oh it must be so hard for you” etc. It’s just awkward and weird.

My Mum

So now I have grown up and  have my own family and I feel extremely blessed that I get to celebrate mother’s day with my 2 boys. Mother’s day is now not a day I want to hurry up and pass, but a day I can now participate in and give it new meaning. Mother’s day will always be a little sad for me, as it is a reminder of the mother I have lost and who I can never celebrate mother’s day with – even though I do not remember her or never got to know her. I will always wonder what her voice sounded like, what her favorite color was,  her favorite food, song or perfume ect which will always be unanswered, and I hope I am around long enough for my children not to ever have to wonder anything about me. I can never tell my mum I love her, give her a hug, share girly chats or to have a special bond. But I have photos of her which will remain very special and I don’t take being a mum for granted, it is a true gift, one I am living that my mother didn’t get to, which makes me very sad for her. I appreciate being a mum so much more I think as I did not grow up with one. And it is only now I can truly appreciate what my dad had to go through raising us. I have 2 children and a partner and find it tough at times, I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like raising 3 young girls as a single parent and needing to work full time. It takes a special kinda person.

So this past mother’s day I had a lovely day which I celebrated with my 2 children, my sister, step brother and step mother. We had a lovely lunch, where I even treated myself to a glass of bubbly. I feel so blessed I am lucky enough to be a mum, and that my dad who much later in life found someone to take on and step up in the role of looking after not only her own 2 children but taking on 3 others. Even though we were much older by this stage, it was not easy going for many years. But we all finally found our way and now we have another reason to be grateful on mother’s day!

XX Life In A Mum Shell XX


A Rough Day….

They don’t give you qualifications for being a parent, it would be impossible to complete all the modules needed in a lifetime, there is no training, no preparation for the door you walk through into parenthood. There is nothing in the world that will give you such highs and lows as parenting. Yet I wouldn’t change a thing. One minute I’m in awe of my eldest, who to me is still my baby. He can be such a gentle soul, sweet, caring and loving. But then he turns 360 and is just impossible to deal with, there is just no negotiating with him! Today was a constant stream of pushing my buttons – it was a rough day to say the least! Its days like today, I think how on earth did my dad manage with 3 girls entirely on his own? He is still alive, were all still alive….he did well!

Next month my son turns 3 (forget terrible two’s, they were a breeze….the closer we get to the 3’s I’m starting to get scared!) I’m a full-time stay at home mum and today I wish i had a job that wasn’t being at home. Today, I don’t want to be at home. I’m tired, I want to sleep for 7 days straight un-interrupted. I’m sore – I’m a full-time milking machine to Elijah, i constantly smell of stale milk and today you can add vomit and wee to the mix. I have snot stains on my shirt from Timmy who uses my shirt as a tissue. My son is walking around the house with no pants on as after insisting he did not need a wee, pissed himself and refused to put clean clothes on. I have not brushed my teeth or my hair and I’m wearing yesterdays clothes which i slept in last night as i was too tired to get changed. I have thrown on my dressing gown instead of a nice jumper as it will only become the vomit catcher and snot wiper along with any other muck my son joyfully wipes on me.

Today is a battle with Timmy over everything, breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner, the swing at the park, bath time, when and how often Elijah needs feeding – then  proceeds to climb all over me and yell in my ear as I’m trying to feed his brother, he insists on helping with hanging out the washing, where most of the clothes end up on the grass, or he sits on the basket!

Today is one of those days when i really would love a glass of wine (damn breast-feeding!) I need to switch of from all things children for an hour or so… today was hard. It is nice to have this blog and just throw out my frustrations out there and be done with it. Tomorrow is a new day, and here’s hoping it will be a better day.

My son is now peacefully asleep, I love watching him sleep and I once again promise ill try to be more patient and do less yelling tomorrow. High five to all you parents that have survived a rough day, it makes you appreciate the good days so much more!

xx Life In A Mum Shell xx



Laboring Eli

The 23rd March was like any other day, except at 2pm my waters would break. I was at home with Timmy, I had just put him down for a nap and laid down ready for a snooze myself when my waters broke. Yay, finally!!!

I was booked in the following day to be induced, as I had Gestational Diabetes and they did not want me going any longer. But obviously baby had other ideas! So as soon as my water broke, I went to the bathroom leaving puddles of water everywhere on my way. I called my partner, no answer as he was at work. So I sent him a text which said “waters broke”  then I quickly tried my dad to see where he was, lucky for me, unlucky for him, he was at home! so I told him my waters broke, but I was going for a bath and not to rush over (he was my lift to the hospital) as Timmy is still asleep and I’ve got no pains at all. So Carl calls me back, he is at work and will stay for a while there…we have been through this before and we know its going to be a while before anything happens so no point in him rushing back.  I get in the bath and dad turns up, he is a bit paniky, so I reassure him not to panic, I’m in no pain, let me get ready and don’t wake Timmy… well he wakes Timmy up straight away…silly move. Now I have an excited 2 year old running around the house wanting to help!

Finally we get the car packed with my thousand bags and we head to the hospital where we are met by my step mum who has just finished a shift there. They come with me to the maternity ward, i’m glad they did because we get there and are told I need to wait in the waiting room as there are currently no beds for me and they have an emergency they are dealing with. So while we are waiting, I go through 3 pairs of underwear as my waters are still leaking, its the worst feeling! you feel like you are constantly peeing yourself! I never had that with Timmy, he was one gush that was it.

Not long after, they take me into a room, hook me up to a machine which monitors baby’s heart beat and my contractions – or lack of – I was hooked up to a drip as I needed antibiotics as I tested positive to that swab you get towards the end. But also because I was having no contractions and of the positive result, they decided they would give me medication to kick start my contractions as they were worried about infection. So by this point its getting on 6 or 7pm, im texting friends and family having good old chats, carl has arrived at the hospital and im still in no pain so they up the medication, and then up it again!! It was at 8.30pm it got painful, and fast! It was an hour of full on contractions, me screaming in pain before baby Elijah was born at 9.40pm.

The minute Elijah was born, I felt amazing…its hard to explain, but if you have read my 30 week pregnancy post 30 weeks pregnant you will know how tough this pregnancy was on me. I had Gestational diabetes and was on 2 insulin’s, always tired and never felt right. It really made enjoying being pregnant hard. Well, the minute I gave birth, I instantly felt so much better! Besides the after contractions, which were incredibly painful and lasted a good week after the birth, I was happy and full of energy!

The midwives were really nice through out the labor and after while helping me feed Elijah. I was nervous about trying breast feeding again, as I didn’t have much success the first time with Timmy. Breast Feeding, Conflicting Advice, Nipple Shields & Mastitis. So I was thrilled when Elijah was willing to suck. It took me 3 painful weeks to get the positioning and latching right, but we are finally there now at 4 weeks, still a little painful but not as bad!

I stayed in hospital for 2 days, I had to stay in for minimum of 24 hours because of my gestation diabetes both me and Elijah needed to get our bloods tested to make sure we were ok. Lucky Elijah’s were all fine, but mine were a little funny before coming good in the end otherwise they wouldn’t have let me go home if they don’t return to normal! I wanted to stay the extra day to make sure I knew what I was doing when it came to feeding Elijah.

While I was in hospital, Timmy came to visit and meet his brother for the first time. He was so excited. It was such a special moment when he got to see him, and said “hello baby brother Elijah”. He held him, gave him kisses, I even let him help push the baby in his bed out for a walk to get me some water! I was very nervous when it was time to go home, I was very worried how I would handle a new baby and Timmy. To be honest, it’s been stressful these past few weeks as we are all trying to settle into a routine and get used to having a baby among us. I have let Timmy watch more tv then he ever has before, and I’ve yelled at poor Timmy more then I care to remember. I have only had a couple of sad days when I’ve got worked up and had a good cry due to my crazy hormones, but lucky Carl was understanding and was there to support me and try make me feel better.It has not been easy and was only last week I dared ventured out by myself with them both alone. Before this I would always make sure I had someone with me when I would go out with them. I  genuinely was afraid to go out with them myself. We went to the park and fed the ducks, had a little picnic and on the way home decided to get Timmy’s hair cut, was a successful day out! I’m still figuring out how to juggle 2 kiddies, but ill get there eventually!

Elijah is 4 weeks old today. I have to say, so far as babies go he is pretty easy. He rarely cries, when he wakes at night he doesn’t cry he just fusses and sucks his hand until i go to him. If i take too long, over half an hour, then he starts to cry, but he is a chilled little man. He loves bath times, and loves his cuddles!! Since he was born I’ve been trying to follow a routine from the Gina Ford The Contented Little Baby Book. I did this with Timmy, and it truly helped, but I started this when he was 3 months old…if only I had found the book earlier with him! A Routine and why it saved me! Elijah is a sleepy baby, he needs a lot of sleep, so until today his sleeping wasn’t fitting in with the routine, but his eating was. Then last night he went from 2am, right through until 7am. I was so happy and today his eating and sleeping has fallen into the 2-4 week routine in the book! I am a huge fan of routines, it helps me through the chaos of my day. This book worked so well with Timmy, I had to give it a go with Elijah.

So we are all still adjusting to life as 4 now, but its going good and we couldn’t imagine life any other way. Chaos and all.

XX Life In A Mum Shell  XX


Timmy’s First Easter Hat Parade

I am one of those parents that loves the idea of arts n crafts. I’m always adding to Timmy’s Arts n crafts box, toilet rolls, bits of paper and other odd bits i find. In my imagination, we sit down choose something to make and Timmy does it nicely, little mess and ill frame the wonderful art work he would create. Well, my imagination only lets me down, because I find sitting down with Timmy to do arts and crafts is painful. Its messy, frustrating as he doesn’t listen, grabs paper which ends up torn everywhere all over the floor and continues to glue everything he shouldn’t (like the table!!). The said art work that has been painful to watch him try and make is not even framable . At best it goes goes on the fridge, and at some point ends up disappearing.

So when I walked into drop him off  at school on Monday and was told there would be an Easter hat parade on Friday I was mixed with excitement – Yay! his first Easter hat parade, and that quickly followed by fear – I knew nothing about making a hat, I wish I was more crafty, but i’m just not – I asked the teachers for a bit of advice on how to make a hat. They suggested getting just a plastic or felt hat, and buying some stickers, or other bits and pieces to stick on! simple and easy. How hard could this be? I was filled with optimism and walked away thinking of wonderful things I would make for his hat!

Well in typical me fashion I leave the hat making until the very last minute. The day before the Easter hat parade, I run out to base warehouse at 4pm, right before they are about to shut. I have Timmy with me, who is running around the shops getting random items for his hat….an umbrella, a cup…, “but mummy, i neeeeeeed this for my hat!!” There is slim picking of plastic hats left, what is left is too big for his head, the felt hats were way too small… then I spot one hat left, its rubber, purple and it fits, well it’s a tiny bit too big, but we could get away with it!! I find some baby chicks, stickers, glue, glitter and some weird purple nesty string stuff and some cotton balls. we were good to go!!


We get home, set it all up, i’m excited, Timmy’s excited, I start sticking cotton balls on, the baby chicks then dad jumps in so I can feed baby, thank you! I feed baby while they finish it off….glitter and all. were all very proud of the finished product and cant wait to take it to school the next day! So the next day I turn up to the parade, I walk into the room and there is glitter ALL OVER the carpet. It doesn’t take me long to realise Timmy’s hat is the only one with glitter on it…oh dear. Then the teacher asks me loudly from across the room, “mummy, when did we finish Timmy’s hat?” I turn red, i know where this is going…” last night, sorry!” “Yes, i figured, I have glitter all over me!” then another teacher pips in, “yes, i have it everywhere, look!”… so my proud hat moment has dissapeared as i realize our hat isn’t as great as I thought. Timmy’s turn to strut his stuff, as he is walking there is glitter glue dripping from his hat, and he has to hold it on his head as it is too big and heavy!! I’m now a very embarrassed mummy at our epic fail of a Easter hat! But despite all this, Timmy doesn’t seem to notice, and I return to being super proud of him as he walks down the isle. I sit there proud as punch, grinning from ear to ear, taking a thousand photos – then all of a sudden, the failed Easter hat attempt doesn’t matter anymore. Timmy loved his hat and really enjoyed the parade. I walked away a very proud mummy. I feel sorry for the teachers at the end…when all the parents start leaving, every single child, including my own starts crying for there parents!

So I have learned some very valuable lessons for next year. DON’T leave the hat making until the last minute, and DON’T use glitter or glitter glue!!! Also, I need a glue gun.

Have you had an Easter hat fail or a great success? I would love to hear about them and see some pictures, please do share them with me 🙂

xx Life In A Mum Shell xx




Dear Timmy,

How my life has changed in the short 2, almost 3 years you have been in my life. Mostly for the better, I wouldn’t change a thing! You were the blessing baby i never imagined and never saw coming. I could never have imagined how much love I could ever have experienced from the very first time i felt you kick to the first time I held you. With every day since i love you more and more as i watch you grown, learn and become this inquisitive, curious, energy ball of a little human. You are filled with so much love, curiosity for everything, you are such a gentle soul, caring, cheeky, smart and a lovable little boy.

Your dad and I must be doing something right because you are more than we ever could have possibly hoped for. Don’t get me wrong, you most definitely have your challenging days just like all other 2 years old’s, but I must say there far and few in between. The good most definitely outweighs the bad!

I love how excited you get about becoming a big brother, how much you want to help. Every day you ask to see baby and give my belly a big cuddle. You even say “I love you” to my belly. You are going to make the most amazing big brother, and I’m really excited to see you grow into this role and teach your little sibling all about life. Baby is very lucky to have you be their big brother.

Just as you are learning about life and everything around you, mummy and daddy are learning every day how to be parents. We are not perfect and don’t always get things right. But we try every day and your dad and I make a good team when we are faced with challenges together. Sometimes their scary and unknown to us and we don’t know what to do, but we always have your best interests at heart and put you first.

You have forever changed our lives and we are forever grateful for the love, craziness and mayhem you have brought to our lives. Every day you make me want to be a better person and to always strive for better. I will never be perfect and I wont always get things right, but I will never stop trying. You teach mummy how to be a better person every day, when you are hurt, sick or scared I get an inner strength I never knew i had inside and i become strong for you even though i am petrified, sad or hurting for you on the inside. When you are not around is only when i let the tears fall and your dad becomes my rock I need to lean on. Every single day, I have fears for you, wanting to keep you safe from harm, when your hurt it takes every inch of me not to cry as I want to make you better and make all the hurt go away.

As long as you know how much you are loved, safe, protected and supported and always will be until my last breath. Being a mum is the most scariest thing I have and will ever do, yet the most rewarding and loving thing I will ever do in my life. I couldn’t be prouder of the little human you are. Your my everything!

Mummy and Daddy love you Too Much!!! xxxx


Why I started blogging.


I first discovered blogging back in early 2016. I loved reading all sorts of blogs, Parenting, travel, fitness, fashion etc. I found inspiration in all sorts of areas. I loved reading normal people’s stories, I found them really inspirational. The more open and honest they were the more i wanted to read!

Then it started playing on my mind, that i might be able to start my own blog. I put it off due to A LOT of self-doubt. What would i write? Do i have any stories of my own to share ? Would people would want to read or even care or be interested in what i have to say?  What if i am no good? Where does one start a blog? It is a big deal to put your thoughts, ideas and opinions out there for the world to see, judge and talk about. It takes a lot of courage to do, its sort of like putting your diary on the internet, it’s very scary. So i put it off until we got to OZ and decided i would give it a go, what have i got to lose? I started my blog in November 2016, shortly after moving to Australia. I am still finding my blogging feet and only been doing it for 5 months! I started researching some other blogs which gave some amazing advice on how to’s for beginners. I am still learning and trying to incorporate some very useful advice.

why I blog

I started blogging as being a parent, I have stories and experiences to tell and share, I have fears and doubts in life and as a parent. It is nice to throw them out there and have friends, family and even complete strangers and other bloggers comment and share their own stories. Often being a parent can be lonely, even though you are never alone. You can feel as though you are travelling along a path in the dark not knowing what’s right or wrong, where to turn, how to cope, where your going and you can often feel isolated and unsure and it can often feel like an uphill battle and overwhelming. There are other times that are incredible, and you are so in love with this life and the little human you have created and you want to share your happiness with everyone because you are so happy and proud and wouldn’t change the low times as the high times make it all the more worth it.

Since I’ve been blogging

When I first started blogging it was such a relief. I had an outlet to share anything and everything i wanted, as scary and daunting as it was and still is! I love being able to relate to people from all over the world. It doesn’t matter where you come from, your background, culture, your way of life in general, we all have something in common. Parenting. Sometimes even the closest of people to us, partners, family, friends can not relate or understand, and vice versa. and it takes an outsider, a total stranger with an unbiased opinion to be able to relate and That’s OK. Since i started my blog, I have realized blogging is a huge world-wide community where everyone has a voice and i genuinely love reading others stories and advice on many different subjects. I’ve recently expanded my blogging community via Facebook, Twitter and Instagram. I have met some really nice, lovely and genuine people online through different avenues. Some blog posts have made me laugh, cry, others inspire me, others i feel i can relate to and others are like talking to a close girlfriend. I have had some amazing conversations with different people on all sorts of things and I really enjoy the connection and an outsiders non biased opinion or view on situations. It is really refreshing. It can often make me feel human again.

Life has been fairly hectic for us since moving from the UK in October last year and I don’t get to blog as much as i like, but i always try to put things on my other pages, FB, twitter and Instagram regularly. My blog is only a baby still and i have a lot of work i want to do on it. My blog at the moment is only a Mummy’s blog. All about my journey, my experiences including the good, bad, the highs and lows and sharing them with everyone including any advice i can give through lessons i have learned along the way and just being as honest and open as i can be. I have learned not everyone that reads my blog will comment, press like or share my posts, and that’s OK.Sometimes i get comments through my FB page, twitter or privately in email. I always encourage everyone to comment or share their thought’s with me, as that inspires me for new ideas, and keeps me motivated to keep putting my thoughts out there. I love hearing any sorts of comments, it’s always nice and reassuring.

I was out recently when a friend started a conversation and said “I’ve been reading your blog!” I had no idea she had even seen it, but she then started sharing her stories with me. That made me happy and that’s why I blog. I love hearing feedback, good or bad. I have really enjoyed blogging so far. Like i said its new to me still, I’ve a lot yet to learn and there is a lot yet still i want to do with my blog to improve it as at the moment it is extremely basic. I have been slow on the blogging front, as since moving from the UK to OZ, life has been very hectic trying to get ourselves settled and doing it all while being pregnant. We are nearly there, just waiting for baby number 2 to arrive, anytime pretty much now. We are very excited for the new addition to the family.

My blogging vision for the future.

I have really enjoyed my blogging journey so far, and i have a vision for the future once i have baby number 2. I would like to incorporate a health and fitness section. Before i moved to the Uk and had babies this was always a big part of my life, playing netball, going to the gym, running half marathons, running in the city to surf. But once i had my first-born, i went into total denial about my new after baby body. I let myself go and figured my life before could no longer be. But recently i have discovered it does not need to be that way, i shouldn’t need to sacrifice the things in life that make me happy  because i am now a mother. So i am looking at starting a new exciting chapter in my life soon, and bringing you all along for the ride.During this pregnancy I have had Gestational diabetes, and needed to take insulin. I have learned a lot more about food and what it does to your body and i would like to take this learning curve through into my future.

I would also like to incorporate a section on books, its my guilty pleasure. I LOVE reading books. I’m not good reading them on a tablet or kindle. To me there is nothing better than sitting down on the sofa, in the bath or bed snuggled with a good book. I love thumbing through physical books, and love the smell of a new book! Recently I have been reading some really amazing books which i would love to share with you and share my thoughts, and get you to share some book ideas in return! So there’s a couple of idea’s for future expansion. While still remaining a mummy blog of course! I have heard of self hosting your own blog, this i am still researching as it’s still confusing and i want to fully understand it before taking the plunge, and I’m not entirely sure i am yet ready for this. I will also be looking at changing the way my blog looks. It is a work in progress but for now, ill keep posting blogs when ever i can and enjoying the interaction I have with other bloggers via different social media platforms.

I hope you enjoy reading my blog posts, and like i said feel free to comment be it negative or positive or even just to say hi to let me know you have stopped by my blog! This blog is my passion, and by me getting to share my passion with you is the greatest joy! I appreciate the time you take to read my blogs, it means the world to me. THANK YOU!!

XX Life In A Mum Shell XX


It’s in the bag!

So finally at 36 weeks pregnant i decided to pack my hospital bag! I know, cutting it close right?  With Baby #1 I had the hospital bag packed and repacked a good 20 Times by the time i was 30 weeks. Most people nest around the house, sorting and cleaning. No not me, i nested in the baby’s room, obsessively rearranging the draws of clothes, folding them, organizing the baby’s and my hospital bag. You would have thought i was the most organised ready to go mum ever, turns out nope, not so much! Once i had delivered my baby i quickly realized there was a lot i didn’t bring along. For baby, i had everything i needed, even maybe too much. However, for myself i had pretty much nothing!

Maternity pads, 2 packets should be plenty, right? yeah, if your staying just the day! Nope, I needed to send out my man to get me some the following morning, poor thing hadn’t a clue what to get. I told him the larger the better, and as many as you can get a hold of. Seriously, you can never have enough. I had not packed myself body wash which was added onto the list for the man to buy. Taking that first shower is the most incredible feeling in the world, a nice smelling body wash makes all the difference. I had not thought to pack a towel. They didn’t supply them at the hospital. I asked the midwife if i might be able to get one… i was met with a rather rude “No, we don’t supply towels here, you bring your own” before she walked out. As i went for my shower i then realized i had to then try to dry myself with a tiny hand towel, and bath mat which was half the size of a towel, it would do. But i feel sorry for the person who had to wash them!  I also had not enough maternity bras, i had packed 2, which one i was wearing during the birth and it became very gross after holding baby and blood was everywhere. It got ruined very quickly. Why i wore a bra during the birth, i don’t know.  I had not packed adequate clothing either, i literally spent 2 days in my hospital gown as it was more comfortable than what i had brought and also i had no breast-feeding tops,  and with Timmy not feeding properly see my post on my struggle here Breast Feeding, Conflicting Advice, Nipple Shields & Mastitis.  I had my boobs out every 2 minutes trying to express, trying to get him to latch properly or the midwives trying to show me different ways of feeding. I think everyone in the hospital, from cleaners, midwives and the kitchen staff witnessed me with my boobs out at some point!

So, being a first time mum, although at the time I thought i had covered myself, it turns out i failed miserably. I am hoping this time around i have succeeded in putting everything i will need in my bag, or my 3 bags i have packed! Fingers crossed i have everything baby and i will need. I have been reassured, they supply towels in this hospital. So no towels needed! Lucky this time we are close to family and should i need anything, i can always give them a call. My step mother works at the hospital, how is that for convenience?  So i feel a bit more relaxed about forgetting anything. Although i have Timmy to consider, so i have also packed him a little bag with clothes, PJ’S, nappies, underwear ect to take to my family’s should he need to stay with them, or if he needs to come to the hospital should all my family be at work. But I’m sure when things get started it will all fall into place. So i have put a list into place of what i have packed into baby’s bay and into my bag. Feel free to let me know if there is anything i need to add that i had not thought of!

Baby’s Bag

  • 18 New born nappie’s
  • 2 PK Baby wipes
  • 4x muslin Cloths
  • 1 baby blanket
  • 3 Bonds full length baby grows, complete with matching hat mittens and bib
  • 5 singlets
  • 2 baby grows short sleeves, short legs. also complete with matching hat, mittens and bibs.
  • 1 pair of pants to go over short leg baby grows.
  • 2 pairs of socks
  • 1 baby wrap blanket
  • 1 baby comforter
  • 1 toy from Timmy to give to his baby brother as a present when he arrives 🙂 he picked out a lovely soft blue giraffe.
  • 1 toy from baby to give to Timmy when he visits at the hospital – surprise 🙂

Mummy’s Bag

  • 3 breast-feeding tops
  • 8 big pairs of cotton undies, the bigger the better!
  • 3 breast-feeding bra’s ( I will not be wearing through labor this time!)
  • 5 pks maternity pads, I may add to this in the next few days. like i said, you can never have enough!
  • 1 pk breast-feeding pads.
  • 1 long loose maternity breast-feeding dress
  • 2 maternity skirts
  • 1 pair of maternity comfy leggings
  • pj pants and top
  • Make up bag (should i decide i want to make myself look close to half decent – probably not) – tinted moisturizer, mascara, lip balm.
  • Toiletries bag – hair brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, hair elastics, nice smelling body wash, deodorant.
  • Phone and charger
  • plastic bag for dirty clothes to go in

So that about sum’s up my 3 packed bags ready for the hospital. I would love to know what you have packed in your bag before, or what you would recommend to pack.

xx Life In A Mum Shell xx