Tomorrow is Good Friday. But, for me at least, it will be Goodbye Friday. Tomorrow will see me pack up all of the ‘baby’ things and put them into storage. A big day!
Now, before you get any ideas, NO, this does not mean that I should have another baby now. It’s terrifying. In the same way that aged 28, I would have sneered at any suggestion that I should produce a child. I got over it, then I had one. This will, I expect, happen again. But not yet.
As I look around the house, the majority of baby stuff is no longer used.
- Nappy changing table (I now have a technique of crawling along behind her and capturing her with both arms, then applying the nappy whilst still moving. Like wrestling an incontinent crocodile.)
- Jumperoo (She’s tall and no longer dangles cutely, bouncing away while I make tea)
- Muslins (After over 6 months of absolutely hideous wouldn’t-wish-it-on-your-worst-enemy reflux, we are pretty much vomit-free)
- Tummy time mat / play gym (Remember when you could lay the baby down and then find them still there 5 mins later?)
- Bath support (She prefers to stand up, throwing water/toys and yelling)
- Breast pump (Having sacked the breastfeeding at just under 10 months, my moo-machine is surplus to requirements)
- Clothing (Tons of it. For both her and for me. All my maternity lycra and stretchy things plus fat clothes are being vacuum-packed and labelled)
It’s amazing really, it’s only been 13 months and yet all the things above have been used to death. What a lot of changes in a very small period of time.
So, it’s goodbye play gym and hello to larger toys, rocking horses, sit-in cars, push-along buggies. Exciting times ahead with our lovely toddler. But I will still have a piece of me tomorrow that’s a bit sad. My little girl is growing up!