My babies are about to turn one. I can’t believe it. One whole year already. In some ways it’s been such a long journey, and yet when I think back to the days when our living room couch was baby headquarters, it doesn’t seem that long ago at all.
Babies grow fast. Which means they also OUTgrow things very quickly. Our house is cluttered with so much outgrown infant “stuff” that we’re bursting at the seams. We have just as much as any family with a baby would have, except times two, and some of it is even in triplicate.
Here is just a list of some of the larger items: A bassinet in our playroom, as well as three infant carseats and five bases, a co-sleeper in our bedroom, a swing and a jumper in our living room, another swing and two boppys in the babies’ room, a bottle warmer and sterilizer in the kitchen cabinets, four single strollers and a Snap ‘n Go in the garage, three bouncy seats in the closets. Husband is so annoyed that they’re all still around.
And of course there are plenty of stuff we haven’t outgrown. I have all three kids still in highchairs (the SpaceSaver kind), there’s still a baby tub in our bathroom, three cribs (one now a toddler bed), many stepstools, several potty chairs, a double stroller, and entire playroom full of toys (!!). In my estimation we have more than the average household, even those with three children and more, because all our kids are so close together. But mostly because…
I can’t seem to let these things go. The problem is me. Most people in this situation would probably rejoice at the prospect of getting rid of all the clutter. Me? I have not thrown or given away a single item of infant paraphernalia. Husband threatens constantly to let the garbage man have all my stuff, but the thought of that practically puts me in tears, so he hasn’t been able to do much but pile it all as much out of the way as possible.
Somehow, my brain tells me that these items represent my babies’ infanthood. To me, they aren’t an eyesore or in the way at all. They are cherished mementos of a time I will never get back.
I do have a suspicion though, that there is actually another reason. Getting rid of this stuff would mean that we are done having children. Don’t get me wrong, the thought of adding another baby to the mix now makes me dizzy, but… there is always that possibility in the future, right? Not having any more baby stuff just seems so final. Someday when these kids are grown, wouldn’t I yearn for another chubs to snuggle? Another baby with that intoxicating baby smell? Husband says Hell No.
But me? Sorry, I don’t think I’m ready to let go of all my babies’ stuff just yet.