It was easier than I thought it would be. I think it was easy because, even though it was supposed to be her room, it never really WAS her room. Does that make sense? I guess I think that way because she never spent any time in it, other than when she was still in my belly. Although, her name was still on the dresser, ready to be hung on the wall; her sonogram picture was still on the dresser in its frame; the rocker still in the corner waiting to be used; so many clothes have gone unworn. Ugh, it sucked! But still wasn't too bad. I unpacked the hospital bag with her clothes in it. I put her coming home outfit and her picture outfit in the box I bought just for her stuff. And her blanket and hat that were given to her in the hospital. I've also decided to finish her baby book. Well, finish it as much as possible. She still existed and its not fair to her to act like she didn't. It will be interesting to see how much I can get through without crying. Probably not much. Once that is done, it will also go in the box.
I've debated on donating her clothes, but have decided I don't want to yet. We're still planning on having children, so why give them away? Besides, I don't think I could give them away just yet...its almost like I'm saying "I give up" and I'm not. Some may think that the fact I cleaned up the nursery says I'm giving up, but that's so not true. I see it as getting a head start on welcoming a new life into the world.
I'm proud of myself for getting through it without shedding a tear. A very big step for me; maybe I really am ready to say hello to a new baby.
A big thanks to Fran, who posted this pic for Bluebird Tuesday.
Oh so true...I love the words of Dr Suess!