With my first baby, I was that mom, the Martyr MacGyver with the Mary Poppins Diaper Bag. I had it all. I was prepared for anything. Packing that diaper bag was an act of love, and this isn’t me putting myself down for it. When you have one baby, you have the energy reserves to backpack through the mall with half your house on your shoulder.
baby blanket, burp cloth (and do not mix the two), spoon for homemade baby food, homemade baby food, bib, antibacterial wipes for surfaces, an entire freaking medicine cabinet (diaper cream, gas drops, teething tablets, cough medicine, Tylenol AND Advil, A FIRST AID KIT), hand sanitizer (so much sanitizing happening), Boogie Wipes, Sophie the teething giraffe, nursing cover, cloth wipes and wipe solution, cloth diapers, wet bag, extra change of baby clothes, colorful and non-plastic toys
Of course, things have to change when you have another baby. I still did my best to pack that bag with love, but I also had to consider my oldest… and my sanity. This bag was A LOT more about my sanity.
blanket/nursing cover, burp cloth, bib, organic baby food pouches, fruit leather snacks for big brother, lollipops/bribes for big brother, Sophie, obnoxious plastic toy for big brother, digital tablet distraction for big brother, board books for wishful thinking, hand sanitizer, surface wipes, disposable diapers and wipes, diaper cream, change of clothes, a baby wearing device so I could strap baby to me while chasing terrorist toddler big brother
Annnnnd then I had the 3rd one. Absolute game-changing ass kicker.
“This is enough, right? HEY! Tell your sister not to run in the street!! Has anyone seen my keys? GET. IN. THE. CAR.”