Preparing a nursery for your baby is a part of the pregnancy journey that I under estimated. When I was about 5 months pregnant with Willow I roused Ryan out of a Saturday afternoon slumber and insisted we start on the baby room. Together we scraped off paint, waterproofed, repainted, cleaned and basically spent a good few months doing boring stuff, before I could get busy with the fun stuff. I made a mobile, hand sewing teeny little birds with mis-matched fabric and carefully attaching them to carefully chosen twigs. I spent weeks agonising over the perfect wall tattoo. I chose curtains, scoured shops and gumtree and everything else for a compactum and a cot. I loitered in Treehouse and Mr P Home, in fits of indecision over bedding and bumpers and should she have a pillow or not, should she have a breathable mattress and what about a mobile…
You get the picture.
The result was she spent 3 months in a moses basket next to my bed and by the time we were ready to move her into the nursery we had moved house. She didn’t sleep in that nursery once. Not one single teeny weeny nap.
Anyway, what I am trying to say is that it was an important process regardless and one I didn’t appreciate until last week, when we finally prepared a room for James. Due to family coming to stay and Willow sleeping in the cot and various other factors, while I was pregnant with James we decided he would sleep in the moses basket and we’d move him into the nursery once Willow was old enough for a big bed. I didn’t think much of it at the time, I was so busy with my toddler and my business I just didn’t process it.
But last week, when I stood in the room that we had now dedicated to our son I felt incredibly emotional. It finally felt like he had arrived. Like we had a son and he’s a part of our family. A tiny, beautiful precious little son who’s arrival I hadn’t properly prepared for, or thought much about, until now. I cried a little, feeling I had missed the opportunity of ‘anticipating’ his arrival and I felt guilty. Obviously, comes with the territory. But ultimately I feel blessed. What a precious little surprise he has turned out to be.