Packing Traumas aka Getting ready to give birth!

Anyone that knows me well will know that I get very stressed out when it comes to packing to go on holiday! No matter how excited I am or how much I want to go, the thought of packing almost makes me want to cancel! This has been a long standing joke with a close friend of mine.  I wrote this letter for her a few months ago via the blog  This is my take on how waiting for the birth of your baby is only as bad as packing a suitcase…. hmmmm

Dear Mum-to-be

You are going through the biggest packing trauma of your life. I know you put a lot of thought into booking the holiday… the holiday of a lifetime.  You have been so excited, but now with the departure date looming there’s part of you that just doesn’t want to go.

It’s a holiday you’ve always wanted to go on and you’re going with your Mr Perfect, but even so it just all seems too much.

The preparation.  Getting everything together, shopping, washing, ironing and the dreaded packing.  Yes we know they have shops there but there is part of you that feels that you have to pack every last thing just in case. How would you survive without deodorant, a sun hat and God forbid tea bags?

Then there’s the flight to worry about. Your first ever flight. Off into the unknown with no way of knowing what it will be like.

You’ve never liked the thought of flying but you somehow convinced yourself it would be fine. But now here you are… About to step foot onto a flight for the very first time and you have no idea if you will make it off alive. There could be turbulence, sickness, claustrophobia and the worst… The plane could go down… and it’s all out of your control. Yes, you are a control freak and for the duration of that flight the control has gone. You just have to trust the pilot and the crew and hold your husband’s hand and know that eventually you will land safely and step off into the sunshine.

That’s what will keep you going. The thought of the sunshine.

That’s why you’ve put yourself through months of stressing and sleepless nights. That’s why you will endure a god awful uncomfortable flight with crap food and no sky TV. That’s why you’ll get your head down and just get your sorting and packing done. Who cares if it’s not ironed? Who cares if you forget your toothbrush… Shops do exist in this unknown territory. (But I know you can’t allow yourself to be like this!)

I also know that you feel like once you get there you will never be able to return home. You feel like you are saying goodbye to your life forever. Your whole life is in a suitcase and you will never come back. But you will. And after this adventure you will return with much more than you left with.  This time you will bring the sunshine home with you and your lives (although not always a holiday) will be filled with excitement and new adventures everyday.

So try not to stress too much about packing. Think of the sunshine at the end of the flight and that will get you through the pain. And don’t forget… They serve alcohol on the flight so have plenty… You’re gonna need it!!

Happy holidays. I can’t wait to see you when you get back and hear all about it and I know you will bring back the best souvenir ever!


Much love

Another Mum who is enjoying the sunshine but missing the peace and quiet!



Welcome to my blog and thanks for joining me. Mum to Emilie age 2 going on 21! This is the blog of my journey throughout motherhood and all the fun along the way.

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