YGDZ Vomit Bags Disposable, 15 Pack Barf Throw Up Emesis Puke Nausea for Travel Motion Sickness, Car & Aircraft, Kids,1000ml

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ 10/10 - would puke into again.I’m the type to prep. Overthinker. Travel mom energy. I keep vomit bags in the backseat organizer, three in the front pouch of my backpack. A “just in case” kind of girl. But never did I think I’d actually need one.It was a breezy but sunny day in SoCal. Family vacation. We started bright and early: wind in my hair, parfait to my lips, waiting for my coffee to cool to match my energy. We were headed for a whale-watching excursion. I took my (insert major brand) nausea medicine, slapped on my happy little anti-nausea patch, packed my pack-pack, and hit the ocean.The gusts of wind hitting my face should’ve warned me. But alas, I was in “fun mom” mode. Blissfully unaware.72 minutes later, we’re deep in the water. Dolphins jumping. Billie Eilish blasting from someone’s Bluetooth speaker. Kids (not mine) sprinting like it’s recess at sea. I’m standing perfectly positioned at the second deck door to catch the breeze—when I look down and realize…a nausea pill is in my jacket pocket. Not in my system. Not in anyone else’s. Oh no no no no no- did I miss a kid? Or worse-was it my partner’s!?I checked the crew. All fine. Enjoying the glorious skies and nature in all its beauty. And then it hit me.Hi.It’s me.I’m the problem, it’s me.No worries, I can fix this. I order an overpriced Sprite from the snack bar. But before it reaches me, everything shifts. The boat. The people. My soul.Somewhere near me, a child scolds his mother in English-his mother, who clearly doesn’t speak English. A generational trauma origin story forming in real time. And just as I turn to tell him to be kind to his mama, I see his face go 50 shades of green.I look away.Squish.Splat.Oh God. The floodgates have opened.There are others. The running kids have all stopped. Falling like dominoes. I search for my headphones—no dice. That’s when the smell hits. And with it… my stomach becomes a boiling volcano.I look out once more to the deck- those outside completely oblivious to the chaos inside.I bolt to the ladies’ room. It smells like something that died, got reincarnated, and died again. The family restroom? Occupied. No time. No dignity. But wait-MY BAGS!I whip one out like a magician pulling a dove from a top hat.I plant my feet.I accept my fate.And I taste granola and parfait… for the second time that morning.✅ Easy to seal✅ No mess✅ No smell✅ Maximum containment✅ Minimum shame (relatively speaking)Buy. These. Bags.Pack them in every bag you own.Gift them at baby showers.Tuck one in your wedding bouquet.Trust me. One day… it’ll be you.

I’m 7 weeks pregnant with my first, and I have been vomiting every morning since conception. I always keep one in my bag and one in my car because I use them so often. They’re sleek but also durable, I never got the feeling that it could be punctured in any way and if you twist it enough and lock it you can reuse it until you can get to a gas station to toss it. I’m on my second batch now after a month, but I tend to throw them away if I’m in the car pretty quickly after use.

Serves their purpose

Second time purchasing. Put it in my car for anyone who gets carsick.

Exactly as ordered

Have been sick about a year now, and these have been a God send. They are sturdy and compact. I’ve used them in my car, on cruises, and at home.

Does the job well enough, but a bit bulky for carrying around.

these are great!