They are resourceful though, my friends, and so, finding themselves, a little tiddly, in a strange hotel with a new baby, they ransacked the cupboards for spare blankets, padded out the bath, settled her in and had as restful a night's sleep as you can have with a new born and the beginnings of a hangover.
I find myself repeating that story a lot whenever I read another press release about "Baby Must-Haves", normally shortly followed by "Top Unnecessary Buys for your Baby". Because maybe it's just me but it seemed to me, particularly when shopping for baby things the first time round, that the entire baby stuff industry had, subliminally, one slogan:
If you don't buy this, it means you don't love your baby.
Made me cross then. Still makes me cross now. Because, in fact, as it turns out, there is only one baby essential you can buy.
A car seat. Because if you've had your baby in hospital they won't let you go home without one. The midwives wanted to escort us to our car when we left with M because B hadn't brought the car seat in with him. They did eventually concede that with three other children to control, it was understandable that he hadn't chosen to lug in a piece of reinforced plastic and it was raining so they decided to trust us, but apparently they shouldn't have. Hospital policy: no car seat; no baby.
But that aside, there is nothing a baby needs that can't be fabricated in extremis.
Cot? Bath, drawer, pushchair, blanket on the floor. With a big blanket you can make a double bed for two babies and wedge them in on either side with pillows. I know, I've tried it.
Nappies? Muslin and a nappy bag with two holes in it for legs (not pretty but it will get you down the hill and into the nearest corner shop, where you can rip open an unpaid for pack of Pampers and stick your baby in one of them in the bread aisle. It's not the best look for turning up at your husband's godmother's but needs must.)
Clothes? Amazing how good a look the toga is on a three month old.
You get my drift.
But I've also found, over the last four years, that while there is nothing you need there is plenty that you might want...
So here it is, my top wish list of lovely baby things. None of them essential, all of them delicious. Apart from the breast pads which are most definitely not lovely or delicious, but I wish I'd known about four years ago:
Baby Bjorn bouncy chair. Stupidly, stupidly expensive and I absolutely refused to buy one. Then we were lent two for S and A and they loved them and used to wail when I used the cheapy one that we had had for L. When my sister-in-law asked me for baby recommendations I said one of these. She bought one and about six months later I'm borrowing it from her for M. Feel a bit guilty about that...
Sling. Doesn't matter what sort, but hands free mobility is a life saver.
Merino stuff. I'm a complete convert to merino. It's one of those things, along with Napisan, that Antipodean friends raved about and I thought "yadda yadda yadda, yes it's wool, so what", but then we bought merino grow bags for L and they have lasted her, S and A and are now onto M. You don't have to worry about tog weights and they last and last and wash in the machine and I could rave about them all day. And then the lovely people at Nature Shop (who, as it so happens, also sell the sleeping bags) sent M a blanket (although they call it a wrap) (as modelled above) and me a dress and I love them too. The blanket is so fine you think it won't do anything but he's slept wrapped up in it every night since he got it, and it makes a splendid toga too (see above). As for the dress*, well, it's not designed for breastfeeding, but it works (wraparound), and, even better, it makes me look and feel good, and warm, and it goes in the machine. Genius.
Huge muslins. Another kiwi thing (top tip, next time you're having a baby, have it in New Zealand, they appear to have all the best stuff). I have no idea where these came from as a Kiwi friend gave them to me but they're brilliant: muslin, blanket, wrap, tent, breast-hider and picnic rug in one.
Carry cot. Pushchairs are controversial items. They're so eye-wateringly expensive that everyone you ask has to try and convince you that theirs is the absolutely best one, last word, bees knees thing in baby transport solutions. Clearly, the right pushchair for me is not going to be the right pushchair for someone else who has different numbers and ages of children living a different sort of life. (Prime example: the pushchair I have now, which I love, wouldn't have fitted through my front door in London, despite the manufacturers' claims. Top tip: if buying a side-by-side double pushchair, please measure your door first). The one thing I would recommend though is that your pushchair has a carrycot. I love being able to lift M in and out, and in fact he likes his carrycot so much he sleeps in it day and night. I also love the fact that I can get four children into a pushchair made for two, but that's a different story.
Lansinoh breast pads. It has taken a great deal of messy market research by me but these are absolutely the best.
And on the same front, lovely dress above notwithstanding, I am a big advocate of breast feeding clothes. There's something very liberating about being able to feed your baby in public without exposing your post-natal stomach or anything else. There are all sorts of small companies out there making really nice clothes that don't look "specialist" and are definitely worth supporting (pun intended).
Oh, and Anita make underwired nursing bras. Genius.
In fact, I think I've hit on something more important here than just "lovely new stuff". I think if there's one thing that really is essential for a baby, it's that its mother is, as far as she is able, happy and comfortable in her new life. I think even for those of us who are lucky enough to escape any form of post-natal depression, and even fourth time round, it's a huge adjustment and one in which our own identity can easily get lost. Now I realise that my identity shouldn't be tied up in my physical appearance, but I also know that if I look together, I find it much easier to feel together, and at a time when my identity feels fragmented into disparate parts of 95% harrassed mother and the rest varying proportions of daughter, wife, employee, friend, sister, neighbour, self; nurturing the "self" bit feels like less of an indulgence and more of a necessity.
So perhaps it's not If you don't buy this, it means you don't love your baby, perhaps it should be more If you want to be able really to love your baby, it helps if you love yourself. Sounds like the sort of thing that you'd buy, laminated, to stick on your fridge. Doesn't make it not true though.
* This is not a link to the website of the people who kindly sent it to me, as they seem to have taken it off there, but it is the same dress. Ask them if they can get you one! It's brilliant.
And in the interests of disclosure, Nature Shop sent me the wrap and the dress. They also sent me a really lovely organic cotton baby grow for M. Everything else I mention in here was either bought with my own money or a present/loan from a friend or family.