I love packing. There's a special exhilaration in it. The excitement of doing something. The anticipation of going somewhere. I have packed my own clothing since I was in... let me think, kindergarten. I remember, my parents and I were going to Singapore. That time my needs were not many. Clothes, underwears, socks, a pair or shoes or sandals. My mother had already prepared the toothbrush and the like, so I needn't bother. I couldn't sleep the night before the departure. I just wanted to go right away.
Now I have to pack again. But this time the destination is the hospital. I just can't wait to be a mother! I just hope the process won't be too painful for me.
The hospital has made a list for me to bring:
a. 4 cloths (batik or the beach wear type)
b. 4 shirts or house clothes, with buttons in front of them
c. 4 mother bandages
d. 4 small towels ("Good Morning" type)
e. 1 big towel
f. 2 packs of sanitary napkins (post partum)
i. Daily necessities
Another list for the coming baby:
a. Baby's soap
b. Baby's powder
c. 1 set of clothes and blanket
I asked the lady behind the counter, what does it mean, daily necessities?
She answered, "You know, the essentials."
I still didn't get it, so I asked again.
She said again, with a smile, "The most important thing for a new mother. The make-up kit."
What's essential to one is not necessarily essential to another. That's a simple fact.
But I packed the daily necessities, anyway. Moisturizer, powder, lipstick, eyeshadow. Who knows... isman might need them.