100 and counting
we spent most of the day yesterday working on milo's room. after we lost hans, we let it sit for a little while, then we packed up his things, dividing them into things that were and always will be his and things we'd use for another baby, and made the room our den. we left it as the den until we started the major spring cleaning and musical chairs game of furniture moving, when it became the transitional room for everything in flux - a glorified storage room, if i'm honest.
and now, it looks like a child's room again. we still have much to do, but it's no longer storing things that don't belong in there, and all of the baby things we saved as well as the things i've bought in recent months have had the tags removed and are folded and in their drawers. it's nice to see the frog clock we bought when i was pregnant with the tadpole ticking away on a black easel on top of the bookcase and to see the little books in a row underneath. i love opening the top drawer in the chest and seeing the little tin holding all the tiny socks and booties and counting the newborn-sized onesies and the size small onesies. i keep taking out newborn diapers and making justin look at how *small* they are, and he cups his hand under them and marvels that milo's bottom will fit in the palm of his hand at first (unless milo inherits his paternal grandmother's family's genes...).
after i took justin to work today, i bought foam corners for the twin bed in milo's room, which tends to take out knees, and two pairs of little knit pull-on pants to wear with his onesies when we're hanging out at home. i also bought a new vaccum (i might have burned out the old vaccum's motor when i let the cord get caught in the roller), and a new mop for the wood floors (because they're nasty and i can't get down on my hands and knees to do it any longer without groaning in agony for 24 hours afterwards) and a tub scrubber with a telescoping handle ('cause bending over the tub ain't happenin', either). we're both starting to worry that if we let the house get this cruddy when we don't have a child as an excuse, how bad will it get after milo's born?
the next major phase is in three weeks, when my mom comes for a visit. we plan to get our gear out of storage from our friends' attic - the stroller, the carseats, the swing, the changing thingy, the highchair - and paint the chest of drawers and changing table, and wash all those little onesies and pjs. i can't wait.
and yet.
while there are only 100 (or fewer!) days left, there are still as many as 100 days left. anything can happen. unbelievably, it has happened, again, to catherine and steve. our losses have not made us immune. we may deserve a healthy, live baby, and milo may appear to be healthy and normal and be unable to stop kicking the bajeebus out of me - but there are no guarantees. it's sobering.
all i can do is hope.
and now, it looks like a child's room again. we still have much to do, but it's no longer storing things that don't belong in there, and all of the baby things we saved as well as the things i've bought in recent months have had the tags removed and are folded and in their drawers. it's nice to see the frog clock we bought when i was pregnant with the tadpole ticking away on a black easel on top of the bookcase and to see the little books in a row underneath. i love opening the top drawer in the chest and seeing the little tin holding all the tiny socks and booties and counting the newborn-sized onesies and the size small onesies. i keep taking out newborn diapers and making justin look at how *small* they are, and he cups his hand under them and marvels that milo's bottom will fit in the palm of his hand at first (unless milo inherits his paternal grandmother's family's genes...).
after i took justin to work today, i bought foam corners for the twin bed in milo's room, which tends to take out knees, and two pairs of little knit pull-on pants to wear with his onesies when we're hanging out at home. i also bought a new vaccum (i might have burned out the old vaccum's motor when i let the cord get caught in the roller), and a new mop for the wood floors (because they're nasty and i can't get down on my hands and knees to do it any longer without groaning in agony for 24 hours afterwards) and a tub scrubber with a telescoping handle ('cause bending over the tub ain't happenin', either). we're both starting to worry that if we let the house get this cruddy when we don't have a child as an excuse, how bad will it get after milo's born?
the next major phase is in three weeks, when my mom comes for a visit. we plan to get our gear out of storage from our friends' attic - the stroller, the carseats, the swing, the changing thingy, the highchair - and paint the chest of drawers and changing table, and wash all those little onesies and pjs. i can't wait.
and yet.
while there are only 100 (or fewer!) days left, there are still as many as 100 days left. anything can happen. unbelievably, it has happened, again, to catherine and steve. our losses have not made us immune. we may deserve a healthy, live baby, and milo may appear to be healthy and normal and be unable to stop kicking the bajeebus out of me - but there are no guarantees. it's sobering.
all i can do is hope.
posted by laura at 5:59 PM
4 Comments:
Hi guys,
Hey, like the new header.
thanks, tregs - it's there thanks to you!!!
100 days and you've got a good start. You're making progress.
What is so true but cliche is that you will forget how small he is. I saw a baby the other day that I thought was a premie, and when I asked the parents, it turned out the baby weighed more than Mimi did at that age.
Marvel at the diapers.
Milo, they're getting ready for you.
ah, but once yuo have a child as an excuse for a messy house, hopefully you also get offers of help in cleaning it too...besides, yuo worked on the important room (m's) this weekend, the bathtub can wait a bit, right? (says the woman avoiding laundry as i type this)
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