This week, I did a guest post for a series on Darlene’s blog, where she asked me to design a nursery without worrying about any budget or space constraints. I just got to pick out pretty stuff. It made me think about our first nursery, which was kind of the opposite of that.
A peek at my nursery design. You can see the full plan on Darlene’s blog.
It’s hard to believe that it was nine years ago when I was trying to get everything just so before baby came—not knowing that the room would never look perfect once he got here, not knowing that we were having a boy, not knowing that four others would follow. . . (There’s a reason God doesn’t let us see into the future. It would completely freak us out.)
Pre-baby circa 2004. Look how rested I look. . .
I was working at Ethan Allen at the time (up until the day before I had him), and the crib was one of the few purchases I made with my employee discount. I was so proud of it, and thought it was the most beautiful bed. We’re still using it, and now that it’s covered in baby teeth marks, I’ll probably never get rid of it.
(And, before I get emails, yes—all of the stuffed animals, the frame over the bed and the crib bumper went away when the baby came. I am a nervous nelly about anything in the crib with a newborn. On a side note, the print was a gift to my mom on her first mother’s day.)
I still remember the day we went shopping for the crib bedding. What a hard decision about something we really didn’t even need! We ended up finding a set on sale that was covered in nursery rhyme toile with a matching plaid crib skirt. I thought it was so fabulous that I searched for the same plaid and had the glider (that I bought at a yard sale) recovered in it, too. By the way, if you have a clue that you’ll be having more kids over a eight-year period, I’d go neutral. . . Live and learn.
When we first brought him home from the hospital, I would sit in that plaid glider and listen to all of those love songs on Delilah (my husband’s least favorite radio show in the universe), look at my sweet baby and cry because I was so happy/hormonal/overwhelmed. You see, now I can’t get rid of that ugly glider, either.
Thanks for letting me reminisce. I feel like I need to go hug his neck before I send him off to third grade next week.
And, don’t forget to pop over to Fieldstone Hill Design to see my “pretend” nursery project. (She’ll be welcoming a baby girl in just a couple of weeks!)