3 months


oh beautiful baby Bash,

I am so glad that the last 3 months have moved so slowly; I feel like I’ve had time to enjoy your sweet newborn phase. I have no idea why it’s gone slowly since we’ve been so busy, but it feels like you’ve been here for at least 6 months; I can’t believe it’s only half that long. I was so scared that you would grow up in the blink of an eye and I would feel like I had missed it, so I am extremely grateful for the unexpected slowing of time. I’m sure I will look back one day and remark on how fast it went, but at this moment in time, it feels as though I’ve been given enough time to soak up this stage.


SONY DSCI don’t really have any babies to compare you to, but I think you’re on the smaller end – you’re still wearing some newborn clothes, but mostly you’re in 0-3month size, and starting to wear some 3-6month sized things, but they’re really baggy. Archer was always at least one size above his actual age, so the fact that your age and size align is taking some getting used to.



It’s not for lack of eating though. You’re still entirely breastfed, and you can down both sides in like 10 minutes flat.The cracked nipple issue appears to have sorted itself out – thank god. You do sometimes try to chew your fingers while feeding, which is pretty cute, but definitely impossible. Daddy keeps letting you sample his food; so far I think you’ve only tasted watermelon, but who knows what Daddy feeds you when I’m not around.



The last few weeks you’ve kind of “woken up” a bit; by that I mean that you’re more aware and a bit less easy going. You’re still pretty laid back, but you’ve needed to be held, by me, pretty much all day. I get you to sleep in my arms, then put you down, and you’re awake within 15 minutes without fail. I know it’s just a stage, and I don’t mind, it’s just a bit hard to get anything else done.


To be fair though, you do sleep at night usually. Most nights I feed you around 10 or 11, then you either sleep right through until 6 or you wake once for a quick feed around 3. I usually feed you and get you back in your bed without even fully waking up, so most mornings I actually have no idea if we were up in the night or not haha.



Your new awareness has resulted in cute new skills though. You’ve found your hands. You work REALLY hard to get your fingers into your mouth – SO much concentration – and then you maul them until they fall out and you panic because you can’t find them again. You like tummy time for short times. You love the bath but you don’t get one every day because I’m lazy haha; I’ve started laying you in an inch of water like I did with Archer, and you squeal and kick your limbs around – very cute. You love being talked to, and your whole little face lights up; we’re still waiting to get a laugh from you, but you smile frequently and easily. You can talk/squeak, but you don’t very often.


Your very favourite ‘thing’ though, is your brother. When Archer is around, you just stare at him. Archer likes to smile at you so that you will smile back, and I always feel like I might explode when you two are smiling at each other. Archer always asks me to make you talk, and when you do (of your own free will) he get’s so excited; “ooooh! Bashie talk to me!”. He’s become more gentle, or maybe you’re just bigger and more resilient, but he definitely loves you as much as you love him; he hugged you last night and said “I love you Bashie, you’re my bestest boy”.



I don’t know who you will become Bash – it’s one of the great joys of parenting, watching your ‘self’ emerge. I wonder what you will be obsessed with as a toddler, and even beyond that who you will love, what you will want to do, what you will stand up for. All of that is in there just waiting to come out and show us who you are, and I’m so looking forward to watching it unfold. For now, you’re a cuddly, sweet smelling, smiley, brother-admirer, who likes to chew on his fingers.


We love you, Sebastian.

Love, Mummy



Day in the life

Friday, 18 December 2015

 Archer 2 years, 9 months

Sebastian 9 weeks, 6 days



After a difficult bedtime (2 1/2hours!) I had let Archer fall asleep in my bed. at 1:30, I heard that dreaded gurgle sound – vomit. It was small, but I still had to strip the bed and the boy, and put down towels. Since we were up, I fed Bash.


another small puke. ugh. change the towels


another puke. seriously!? hopefully that’s the last one. one more towel change.


Archer asks for the iPad, seems totally normal. I give it to him and try to sneak in a bit more sleep…


Bash isn’t having that. Get up and feed him


I get Archer a snack, and while he’s contained with the iPad and snack, I get ready for the day.


I get Bash changed. He’s always a smiley monkey in the morning


Archer’s turn! He gets dressed and goes potty (he’s mostly potty trained now!)


I chuck the gross sheets in the wash, and then load up the pram so we can head off on a walk.


We take off! We see the diggers, the “kananoos”, and Archer rides his bike down some hills on the way.


We arrive at the park and meet Lilith and Iris there. It’s a cute park, but it isn’t covered at all so it’s already super hot. I teach Archer how to “fly” on the swing, like I used to as a child!


it’s SO hot, so we bail on the park to go have coffee at the local shop. Archer decides he doesn’t want to ride his bike, so I try to put the boys in together; it only lasts a minute, and then I have to carry Bash the rest of the way. At the shops, Archer has a milkshake and donut, and Bash sleeps on the table.


We say bye to Lilith and Iris and run in to Woollies for a couple of things.


We head home. Archer rides his bike halfway and then wants back in the pram. I swear we’ll never go for a walk again.


We’re home. I get Archer a snack, and yes, the iPad. Bash is still asleep so I bring the pram inside and try to quickly clean up before he wakes up.


He wakes up, but he’s happy, so I just keep doing the dishes.


Bash is still happy, the dishes are done, and Archer’s finished his food, so it’s time for a nap! 


Bash starts fussing, so I sit down to feed him.


I’m halfway through the first boob and Archer comes out to tell me he has to pee – he’s wearing a nappy for sleep time, so I tell him he can just go. He plays while I finish feeding Bash.


I take Archer back to bed, then I sit down to feed Bash the second side, but he won’t latch and I’m getting frustrated, so I get up and change his nappy.


Archer’s up again; he’s pooped and wants me to change it – fair enough. I change his nappy and put him back to bed. He asks me to stay, and I really don’t feel like repeating this process for the next 2 hours (like the night before), so I just agree. I grab Bash and feed him while Archer falls asleep.

He’s asleep! That was sooooooooo much easier. I also settle Bash to sleep, so I’m free to have a shower!


I’m done and dressed. I move Bash to the living room so I can fold laundry and watch Netflix.


A friend drops by with some Christmas cookies. While we’re chatting, Bash wakes up, so I pick him up and he goes back to sleep on my shoulder


My friend leaves and I realise I haven’t eaten all day, so I put Bash down and make some food. Archer wakes up asking for a water bottle, so I get him one and put him back in bed – he falls asleep. Bash is awake and squirmy, so I eat really quickly before it turns into actual crying.


He doesn’t! He just falls back to sleep. I finish the laundry, then enjoy the last little bit of my break.


Archer’s awake. I make him some lunch, then I clean the house while he eats it. Yes, he has more iPad, gee this is really not making me look very good haha


The house is tidy, Archer is finished, and Bash is still sleeping; I move us all in to the playroom to play with toys and take a screen break.


I forgot to change Archer back into undies, so we go do that. Then I make myself a cup of tea


Bash wakes for boob. Archer keeps playing while I feed him


I change Bash’s nappy, then take him back to the play room for some tummy time. Archer goes in time out for head butting me


Archer’s out of time out, and Bash is hating tummy time, so we head outside. We set up the pool and Archer digs in the sand with his diggers. Can’t wait to set up his new sand pit for Christmas!  


Dad’s home!!!!! We chat about his night/day (he was on guard) while Archer plays, then he goes for a shower. Bash falls asleep again.  


J takes Bash inside, and I help Archer clean up; it’s just too hot outside!


I swap with J. He goes and gets Archer, then dries and dresses him; and I put Bash into his bed.


Bash wakes up – ahhh! I set up Bob the Builder for Archer (ugh, more TV – judge away), then sit down to feed Bash. J has fallen asleep in Archer’s bed.  


Bash has finally fallen asleep. I dare not move, so I rewrite this post, based on the photo times because it somehow all got deleted.


I put Bash down. Archer’s movie is finished, and dad has woken up, so the two of them play crazy games in the playroom. My notes for this post got deleted AGAIN, so I rewrite them AGAIN – very annoying. Then I order the groceries for our Christmas day food. 


I start dinner. The boys keep playing, and Bash keeps sleeping!


Dinner is ready – fish tacos! 


Archer requests a bath; J does the dishes while I give him one. I can’t believe Bash is still sleeping!   


Archer gets out of the bath, dried and dressed. He goes to Bash’s room to say goodnight; “goodnigh’ Bash. I wuv you. Ha’ sweet dweams!”; seriously. I nearly explode with the cute-ness.


We have a story – Archer cuddles the baby from the book – too cute again. Then I say goodnight, but he doesn’t want me to leave, and I don’t want to battle, so I stay. J comes to say goodnight, and he stays for a minute too. 


Archer won’t go to sleep, he keeps wanting to play and be silly, and as cute as that is, it’s not why I stayed. So amidst tears, I leave :( he seems close to sleep, and Bash is still sleeping, so I take the opportunity to shower.


He walks into our room. I’m in the shower, so I’m not sure what his reason was, but J takes him back to bed.


I get out of the shower, dressed etc. Bash is crying, so I grab him and change his nappy.


Archer comes out again; “I have to give him [Bash] his dummy!” J takes him back to bed again. I sit down to feed Bash.


Sebastian’s done, so I go search for J. He’s fallen asleep in Archer’s bed. I leave them and go put a face mask on, then Bash and I “play”.


J comes out and we all play/hang out.


J changes Bash’s nappy while I wash off my face. Then we set up the Netflix and J paints while I settle Bash.


I can’t stay awake any longer, I try to dream  feed Bash, but he’s too asleep, so I just put him in his bed, and immediately fall asleep.


so soon :( Bash is hungry. So I feed him and change his nappy.


I’m just putting him in his bed when J comes in; we both go to sleep.


More boob for Bash. Archer is in our bed, I have no idea what time he came in, but he’s laying sideways, I turn him around and we all go back to sleep


Archer is in my face asking for the ipad, I give it to him, feed a squirmy Bash, then go back to sleep.I have no idea if J does too, or if he just stays up from here.


Time to wake up for good. That night was a lot worse than normal; normally Bash has a feed around 10, then one at 3, and then sleeps until 6 or 7; so I’m tired, but nothing some caffeine can’t fix.


2 months


Beautiful baby Bash,

You had a very busy second month! We started the month in Brisbane; where you met a lot of people, and spent a lot of time in parks; then you had injections and settled back into life at home.


I still feel like I don’t know much about you – but you’re starting to smile and interact, which is so nice to see. You’re not boring, you’re just really laid back; you’re pretty happy to just tag along as long as your nappy is clean and your tummy is full.


You eat really well, but we’re currently battling some pretty painful cracked nipples, which the lactation consultant will hopefully be able to help with – screaming as you latch kind of makes feeding in public a problem haha. This is a long way of saying that I’ve been pumping (to try and heal my skin – not working), and I can’t believe how much you eat! I was getting 120-200ml from just one side, and you’re downing that as well as the whole other boob which I would guess has the same amount. I guess I don’t actually know if that’s a lot? but it seems like a decent effort to me.


All that eating is starting to put some chub on your bones – which just makes you cuter and cuter every day. Last week at your appointment you were 5kg even, which still only puts you around the 25th percentile, but is a decent gain. You don’t really fit in 0000 clothes anymore, and even some 000 are tight; and you’ve moved from newborn into infant nappies.


You still love to be swaddled to sleep, you love your dummy, and you seem to like music/sound as well. You’ve started to notice toys, and your hands, and when you’re happy/excited you kick like a wild man, lick your lips, and make little squeeky, shrieky sounds.


Your brother continues to love you – violently. He hits pats, smooshes cuddles, and yells talks to you. He can actually be extremely sweet and gentle, and I know he’s only rough because he gets excited – he loves you so much, lucky boy! He likes to show you to everyone we pass by running up to you and just putting a hand on you, or he says “see ‘ahbastian”.


I feel so lucky, baby boy, that these two months have felt so long – I don’t feel like it’s flown by, which I know is odd, I feel like you’ve been here forever, and that I’ve really gotten to enjoy each day with you. This seems odd considering how busy these months have been, and how time consuming your brother is, but time with you just seems to slow down, and I love it; it helps my mama heart to not hurt so much when I see how big you’ve gotten, or when I realise we’re 1/6th of the way through your first year.


Your joyful, bright little smiles are the sweetest promise of what’s to come, precious boy, and I cannot flipping wait to watch as your little personality emerges! I am so so so grateful, and excited to be your mum.

We love you Sebastian.



1 month


Sweet Sebastian,

You are one month old! It actually, shockingly, feels like it’s gone very slowly – so much has happened (visitors, road trips, your brother’s shenanigans), how can it only be a month? I’m sure it will accelerate to lightning speed soon.


To be honest, I still feel like I don’t really know you, and sometimes I feel like I haven’t seen you for days – I just feed you and then I’m off running after Archer again; you’re almost too easy for your own good haha. In addition to being pretty low maintenance, you’re also a bit lacking in personality yet (I’m sure you have a big one now that you’re old enough to read this), so you get a bit lost next to your crazy brother.


Don’t take any of this to mean you aren’t very loved. This squishy newborn stage, while slightly boring compared to funny toddlers, is delightful in its own way and I am soaking up every second I can because I know it will be over in the blink of an eye.


I love how you love to sort of nuzzle into whoever is holding you – you want to be in the smallest space, in the tightest hold possible. It figures that you love to be swaddled; the few nights I haven’t swaddled you, you wake up every hour, with a swaddle I can get 3-5 hour blocks – yippee!


The other limited things I know about you, besides your love of cuddles and swaddles, is that you dislike a dirty nappy, but will immediately poop in a clean one – without fail. We go through a lot of nappies haha.

You are either constantly pooping or constantly eating, sometimes simultaneously. You eat almost every 20 minutes during the day, but since you sleep at night, I don’t mind. All that milk is making you grow, fast. At your appointment last week, you weighed 3.9kg (8lb 9oz), up from a birth weight of 3.09kg (6lb 13oz), so you’re about Archer’s birthweight now (3.98kg/8lb 11oz). You kind of skipped from tiny baby 00000 clothes into 0-3month 000 clothes, but I still squeeze you into your newborn 0000 stuff haha.


You seem to like the car – thank god – and slept the entire 3 roadtrip we just took. You also like baths, being naked (but only if you aren’t cold), and being talked to.


You are a delightful little squish Mr.Bash, and we can’t wait to see who you will turn into – the advantage of being the second child is that I know how much fun watching you grow up is, and I can’t wait! But no hurry, you go ahead and stay an easygoing, floppy little lovebug for a little while longer.

Love, Mummy.


2 1/2


 {09.11.15} I’m a bit late in writing this, but I was busy finishing my semester and preparing for a baby during Archer’s half birthday in September, then I thought I wouldn’t bother, but 2 1/2 needs to be documented…

At first I thought the change in Archer was due to all the life changes; moving, new baby, potty training, big boy bed, school, etc; but after hearing other people’s accounts of this age, it seems to just be bad timing.


Darling Archer,

2 1/2 is INSANE. It’s only the second time in this whole motherhood thing where I occasionally just want to run away. We have the highest highs, and the lowest lows, and we ride this rollercoaster day and night.


We’ll start with the difficult parts of 2 1/2 so that we can end on a positive note. You have BIG feelings but struggle to share them in ways that don’t leave me on the verge of tears. You now hit me, repeatedly, if you aren’t happy with what’s happening; this seems to quickly release your negative feelings but then turns into something fun and so you keep doing it. This is the behaviour that most makes me want to cry, because it makes me sad and I also just do not know what to do; I refuse to hit you back (hitting as punishment for hitting just does not at all make sense in any way) but that leaves me with little options…


…which brings me to your newfound “freedom” from time out. You’ve suddenly worked out that time out actually isn’t tangible, that you are perfectly able to leave ‘timeout’, and you relish this. Timeout used to work to reset you, and it was our go-to, you would sit in it nicely until released. Well, pumpkin, you sure taught us how little we appreciated that placid surrender to time out.


You do not listen; you LOVE pushing boundaries and seem to take everything I say as a sort of challenge. If you have something you aren’t supposed to have and I discover you, you run away and hide it under something, or you throw it and run the opposite way. You are chaotic, destructive, and just constant…

…and then suddenly you are hilarious, helpful, cuddly and timid, and I suddenly don’t want to run away so much; it’s like coming up for air.


You sometimes just want to cuddle. You sandwich all sentences between my name; “Muh-mmmee. I want some yummy food, Muh-mmmee”. You are completely obsessed with construction vehicles and have taught me the difference between an excavator and a back-hoe. You talk non stop, and say truly hilarious things. You are still THE most amazing sleeper, and it’s surprisingly one of the only things you never really fight us on.


You weighed 14.8kg last week, and you’re tall-ish for your age, but your bum is so tiny that you still wear some size 1 pants, even though your tops are all size 3-4. You can grow a meagre amount of hair, but you actually look better when your GIANT cranium is bald, so we buzz cut you; and your eyes continue to be these giant pools of crystal blue that blow me away everytime you look at me.


You currently want to be a “digger guy” when you grow up, your favourite number is 46 (when asked about anything numerical (time, age, etc) thats the answer – “fawty-six”), and your favorite food is cous-cous (according to you, fruit in actuality).


You are a nightmare, and a dream; a monster, and a prince; a demon, and an angel; a challenge, and a joy.


We love you Archer Beck, even when we want to run away.

Love, Mummy

The name

I don’t really want to be over dramatic, but naming this child was utter hell.


 Before the morphology scan, if you’ll recall, I was POSITIVE we were having a girl. We’ve had a girl name since before we were even engaged,so naming a girl is a non-issue. But just in case, we needed a boy name, and one night I suggested one that surprisingly, Jeremmy said he liked and agreed to – Lupin.


So when we found out it was a boy – SHOCKED – Lupin was his name as far as I was concerned. I loved it and couldn’t wait to share it after he was born. Without going into the details (just because they’re boring, not because they’re dramatic), J changed his mind (twice – don’t get me started) at around 35 weeks.


I was incredibly upset because not only was I mourning the loss of a name I loved so much and had come to think of our son as, but I was about to have a baby and he didn’t have a name. I needed him to have a name so I could let go of Lupin, and start thinking of him as his new name.


We tried so many different strategies to find a name, but we just couldn’t agree on anything. I was too hung up on Lupin, nothing could compare in my brain, and the few names I did like {almost} as much, J didn’t like. Sebastian was my second choice, and I knew I could get excited about it, so I kept begging for it, but J didn’t love it (still not actually sure what his issue was with it, except for something about it being 3 syllables?).


Finally around 37 weeks, I agreed to one of J’s picks just to end the stalemate, so I could finally think of my baby with a name. I tried to be excited about it, but I just couldn’t, and as time went on, I just became more uncomfortable with naming him something that I just didn’t even really like.


When I went in to labor, we still didn’t have a name. The compromise name was still sort of where we were heading, but I’d told J that I just didn’t love it. Then we were talking about names with J’s mum between contractions, and I once again asked for Sebastian; J’s mum started laughing and then told us that Jeremmy was almost named Sebastian, and that was enough for me, it suddenly had a deeper meaning, and I so I loved it even more. When Bash was born, and we were starting to call people to let them know, J’s mum asked what name she should tell people, and I looked at J and asked one more time for Sebastian, and he said yes. I’m still too scared to ask if he regrets it or if he really hates it, but I hope he doesn’t, and I think it’s a great name.


As for the middle names…

Kennith is J’s dad (that’s how he spells it too), but it’s also his grandfather. Funny story – when we first got together, I knew that he had a grandpa James and a grandpa Ken. As both are deceased I just assumed that Ken was J’s paternal grandfather and that it was a family name; it wasn’t until we’d been married a few years that I found out that Ken was actually J’s maternal grandfather’s name, and that both sides just happened to have a Ken – still amused by this.


And Lupin. Oh Lupin, I still love it so so much, but I’m happy with Sebastian. Lupin, if you don’t know, is from Harry Potter. To me, Harry Potter is more than a children’s story – it is my childhood, it’s a safe place – this with either ring true for you as well, or seem really bizarre haha. I’ve read them all countless times, and I always turn to them when I’m feeling anxious or upset. I fell in love with Lupin after reading the back story of Remus Lupin on Pottermore. In the books he is wholy good and decent, able to have fun but also stand up for what’s right, and he handles his struggles with grace. So I loved the name for both its wider, Harry Potter reference, and its specific beloved werewolf connection. I still would have loved to name him Lupin, but I’m happy I at least got to put all of that meaning into his name via a middle name.


And there you have it, the super long {and probably boring} story of how Sebastian Kennith Lupin Beck got his name.



These are some funny things that Archer has said over the last 6ish months. I’ve been writing them in my phone, and now I think there are enough to post. The last few are all things he’s said about Bash in the last week.


Archer looking at a truck book

Mum: that’s a bulldozer. It knocks things over

Archer: oh! naughty!


{overheard} looking through the ABC kids app for something to watch

Archer: fi-man sam? nooo

Archer: coky-bill? nooo

Archer: pose-man pat? NYEAH! (that’s how Archer says yeah/yes)


Driving to school, a constant stream of observations

Archer: yook Acha! a big cock! (truck)


Bending over

Archer: Side-up-down!


Farted at dinner

Mum: was that your bum!?

Archer: no! There’s a monster in my bum! There’s a kan-a-noo (kangaroo) in my bum, Mummy!


Mum: Archer, what should we name the baby?

Archer: Backsew! (Backhoe. Other suggestions included playdough and dump truck)


Sebastian: *squeak*

Archer: Oh! He talking! He talk like a penguin!


Mum: Archer, you have to protect Bash because you’re the big brother

Archer: ok. I ‘tect ah-bastion like a pincess (I protect sebastian like a princess – in case that wasn’t clear haha)


Still have no idea what he was talking about here…

Archer: Oh! He’s has chickens in his eyes Mummy!


week one


Sweet baby Bash,

You’re one week old! To be honest baby, I frequently forget that you exist; it’s not that you aren’t extremely precious, it’s just that you’re so quiet, and your brother, well, isn’t.


At this point, you still feel a bit like a little stranger – I think it’s so different this time around because your brother has such a huge personality, that we know so well, so the fact that you don’t really do much, mixed with the fact that you’re brother is running around exploding personality all over the place makes it hard to feel like we know you.


That’s not to say we don’t love you though, it just means you’re still a squishy, sleeping newborn, and there’s something magical in that stage too. It will be gone SO fast, so I am trying to soak it up as best I can while juggling everything else.


You’re getting better at eating – you pretty much drain each side every feed now (thank you! there were a few days there where I thought my boobs would surely explode all over the place). There is SO much milk, but I’m so thankful for that because I know how many people struggle with the opposite issue – I tried my electric pump as a hand pump and it’s amazing – I got 150ml in 10 minutes the other night. I still struggle to burp you, which you need a lot in order to settle, and we unfortunately said goodbye to the burp-wizard, your Meema, this morning.

So your day pretty much looks like sleep, wake for one boob, burp, nappy change, second boob, burp, bit of awake time, back to sleep. I would say you sleep 90% of your day. Nights you seem a bit harder to settle, but I think it’s just that I have more trouble getting all the bubbles out. Still can’t really complain, after getting you settled I usually get to sleep around 11, then you wake around 2 or 3 for an hour or so, then you sleep until about 6 – not bad! Still adjusting, and struggling to stay awake while feeding though.


You had a bath with your brother yesterday, and you loved it – you floated around all calm and happy, and your brother managed to remain calm and not drown you – success! Speaking of Archer…you are one lucky boy to have a brother who loves you so much! He’s always checking on you or kissing you, or asking to hold you. He’s adjusted really well, with minimal acting out; I think he’s enjoying his role as the “big boy” and is even {slowly} potty training!


Thanks to your great (yes the memory is now rose coloured haha) birth, I feel totally recovered and normal; except of course for the massive boobs and some back pain from holding you weird to feed and burp and such.


Finally, let’s talk about how flipping tiny you are! I definitely didn’t expect you to be a full 2 pounds smaller than Archer; or to have all the hair you do! you have lovely hair on your head, and funny black fuzz all over the rest of you; so we had no clothes that fit you, and since it’s not Darwin, and you actually need to wear clothes, Meema and I went and got you some 00000 sized clothes. I’m sure you’ll grow fast, (even though you were down to 6lb 8oz day 2), so we haven’t bought too many tiny things. I kind of love it, because maybe it means you’ll be tiny and squishy a bit longer than Archer was? No, I’m sure it will still FLY past…sigh.


Sebastian Beck, you are a sweet, squishy addition to our family. I’m so curious and excited to see your little personality emerge. We love you so much.

Love, Mummy


40 Weeks


Sebastian Kennith Lupin Beck


10.10.2015 (due date)

6lb 13oz

51cm long


It is surreal, but only in the way that it feels like I’m living in some sort of amazing dream, and I can’t believe I’m actually this lucky.




We’re all thrilled to add you to our family, baby Bash. You are so very very very loved by so many people.



Hospital Bags

 Meema is here, so GET OUT! I never got impatient with Archer because I was waiting for J to arrive, so this is a whole new ballgame, and really, it’s too early to be impatient (since I’m only 39 weeks, and that’s with an adjusted due date, so who knows how cooked he actually is). The point of this is to say that I have my bags packed…

I’m hoping to come home within hours of him being born, but bags have to be packed just in case that plan doesn’t, well, go to plan.



Clothes: I have no idea how big this baby will be, or what the temperature will be like when he’s born (since it varies so much during the day here), so I have a few different sizes and variations, plus socks and hats. All so cute and tiny – sigh. Archer spent his first few days skin-to-skin with me, so these clothes are really just to bring him home in.

Nappies: trying Comfy Bots from the start this time, I figure we should start with the cheapest nappies and then go to ridiculous Huggies if needed. I guess I should pack some wipes as well – whoops! haha

Blankets: I have one to wrap him in (the arrows), one to act as a soak rag for all the lovely liquids he’ll spew forth, and I’ll also be taking his Nanny quilt (which wasn’t finished at the time of taking these pics).

Baby K’tan: I’m wasting no time in wearing this baby. I loved my K’tan with Archer, and I’m so excited to get to use it again! If I could pull him out and put him directly into this thing, I would.



Clothes: with Archer I wore an oversize men’s button up shorts over a nursing bra/tank and leggings – and it was brilliant. So those are all washed and ready to lend their service once again. My feet are always freezing, so socks, and (unpictured) ugg boots are also necessary.

Boobs: I rationed the Hydrogels last time – this time I will be using them with such fervor that people will think I grow money on trees – they are magic, nipple heroes; I have another box waiting for me at home in the fridge. Lansinoh will also be used without thought for the astronomical cost, because using it EVERY.SINGLE.TIME is the key (in my opinion) to successful breastfeeding. The pads aren’t really necessary for the first few days, but I’ve packed some just in case.

Lady crap: pads. If you know why, you know why; if you don’t, use your imagination, or just move on, you don’t want to know.

Not pictured: Since taking the pic, I’ve added a bathing suit (for J as well) just in case I have the will/enough time to get in the bath/shower (and care about modesty). I will also have to add all the last minute stuff like hairbrush, dry shampoo, a bit of makeup, camera, and device chargers.

I’m sure there are things that I’ve missed; I definitely feel like the bags are quite sparse compared to some of the ones I see on the internet, so I’m either forgetting a lot or I’m low maintenance. I figure I can send J out to get pretty much anything I’ve forgotten, but suggestions are welcome :)