Like portion creep when you’re dieting, but more obvious. Baby-related ‘stuff’ is becoming evident all over the house.
Baby E arrives by train on Monday, travelling light, or so I’m told. Remembering what it takes just to get out of the house with a baby, I will believe it when I see it. We will ensure that he doesn’t miss too much from home, and can sit, bounce, sleep, play and bathe, and this means equipment. Not all of it is new. Thankfully, Clutterbusters (a less rule-bound local version of freecycle), borrowing from friends, and the local
junk shop Upcycling Centre that was once the post office came to the rescue, as did my considerable bedding and fabric stash.
Slowly the house fills up; car seat, travel cot, bath, bedding, changing mat, nappies, toys, stuff; I have learned about disposable eco-friendly nappy sizing (being of the old terry nappy/drudgery school myself), and been glad that we haven’t yet emptied our storage unit, as there would have been Not Enough Room (our constant cry in this house) for it all.
The travel cot is made up, and inside it sits the lovely traditional teddy that my mother gave Baby E’s father all those years ago, ready to be handed on, the nicest kind of heirloom.
Not for Baby E the more traditional sleeping arrangements.
And no bouncer either – we received a little video the other day of Baby E in his bouncer, kicking so energetically that he looked almost ready for take-off. It looked like great fun, I must say.
Instead, he can have a slightly more sedentary form of seating, a borrowed (and unattractively-named) Bumbo. It’s soft, slightly squidgy, and evidently very supportive, and I rather wished they came in grown-up sizes too.
Baby E will be at the perfect height to alarm the animals.
The cats and Flossie are going to have a challenging time next week; Hamish may well leave home for a while. For us, the excitement is mounting….