But my neighbor is pretty handy with a needle. In fact, she gave us a bag cross-stitched with Dylan's name to take to the hospital for his clothing and things. I was supposed to embroider his first and last name in his clothes (they want four pairs of pajamas and four bodysuits) but I put it on with handwritten computer labels. Apparently the nurses keep his clothes and they are the ones who change him, so the whole labeling procedure is to avoid confusion. And there is also a problem with theft in Italian hospitals, so hopefully we will avoid any ugliness of that kind.
Above are his computer-labeled clothing items.
They tell you to bring a "small bag" to the hospital but then they make you bring everything from your own toilet paper to towels to maxi-pads, nipple cream, diapers for the baby and much more. I still don't have half of what I need to bring and have no idea how I will fit all of this along with my pajamas and toiletries into a "small bag."
When we come home from the hospital, we will hang this outside our house on the front gate. Usually you just hang a pink or blue ribbon. But the above was also a gift from our cross-stitch happy neighbor. It says "Dylan was born." Four more weeks. Maybe more. Hopefully less. I currently have some kind of nasty throat infection and a fever so this weekend would not be a good time for his arrival. I have my final visit for the epidural on Dec. 14 so any time after that would be perfect. We are ready to meet our bambino!
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