Our daughter’s nursery has quickly become one of my favorite rooms in our house. Even before Quinn was born, I would sit in her room and just pray for her and imagine what it would be like to rock her in that very chair. I knew she was going to be full of life and I wanted a room that matched her energy and joy.
No, your eyes don’t deceive you; that is a mesh crib liner that you see in Quinn’s crib (insert gasp here). Like many things baby related, there is controversy regarding the use of bumpers. Quinn has flopped like a fish out of water since she was an infant. She would somehow wedge arms and legs in between the bars of the crib while sleeping and would wake her self up. Not only do I value sleep more than ever before, but at the rate she moves we feared that she would hurt herself, thus we installed the crib liner.
This corner of our home has a special place in my heart. Many late nights and early mornings have been spent in this chair. Tears have been shed and belly laughs have been had. This chair and ottoman is where we have rocked Quinn to sleep, prayed over her, read to her, talked to her and many times just stared at her in sheer amazement at this gift that we have been given. This chair is where I have nursed her for over a year. Though some nights were easier to cherish than others (especially ones that actually involved a lucrative amount of sleep), I have no doubt that I will look back and think “those were the days”!
Diaper and Nursing Caddy
- Diaper cream
- Nail Clippers
- Books (stay tuned for a post about some of our favorite books)
- A toy or two for easy distraction during diaper changes
- Burp Cloths…lots of them
- Nursing Pads
- Water bottle (I’m always thirsty while nursing)
If these Nursery Walls Could Talk
If the walls of this nursery could talk, they of course would tell of how much Quinn has grown (despite much anxiety about this very thing), but I pray that they would also tell of how Ryan and I have grown this past year both individually and as a family. They would tell of how each time we read Quinn a book we love to tell her about the amazing friends and family that gifted it to us and that when she hears a sneeze, she laughs. They would tell of the laughs, the smiles, the kisses, rather than the mistakes, the fear, the doubts and the occasional swear word that accompanies a baby’s first year. My prayers is that one day, Quinn would tell a similar story.
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