Uh oh, we made eye contact. Oh wait, she's going back to sleep.
|This is not her current sleeping pose but it is one of many. I love her smiles, even if it's just gas. And believe me, it's definitely gas.|
Anyway, the comments were super encouraging to read because I am definitely feeling that newborn baby isolation I keep reading about. Breastfeeding is a full time job plus mandatory overtime. I have not mastered the art of doing it gracefully which has caused me to shy away from having visitors over. I really want company but have not figured out how to not be shirtless to accommodate my baby. Friends have been sweetly patient with me as I continue to postpone meet-ups but I have gotten a little stir crazy. I know I can leave my house, I just don't know how yet.
A couple of weeks before I gave birth I finally finished Maybellene's room and proudly posted pictures on Facebook. Someone I know later wrote a status about enjoying seeing her expecting friend's pictures of their nurseries and knowing that in no time they will not be in that perfectly clean state. That stuck with me because I wanted to believe so badly that I would keep her room tidy. I had clothes organized by size and was sure I could keep that up. Well, after two weeks of baby here are some before and afters:
This wall was perfect, I just needed to re-frame my Dolly Parton print because it was crooked.
I never re-framed it. And there is junk on that table that doesn't even need to be in the room. I didn't bother to include the floor which has a small handful of things that fell off the table and have not been picked up. Oh and, a water bottle cap is floating around on the floor. Why didn't I pick that up yet?
Diaper Changing table all set up and ready to go. We are going to introduce cloth diapering soon but for now are sticking with disposables while we figure this all out.
Organized closet with shelf ready for blankets and hats and all baby's needs.
And currently? DISASTER!! That pile of clothes is dirty laundry. It isn't in the basket because the basket is filled with clean clothes that I haven't put away yet. Hanging stuff up? Yeah right. It's all being shoved into drawers when it does get put away.
This dresser is so clean and clutter-free. Surely it would not become a catch-all for stuff I do not know what to do with yet...
Oh, wait, I was thinking I was someone else. Of course it became a catch-all.
I'm not even going to show you an after of the bed. Lets just say it's where clean clothes go before I can get them shoved into a drawer.
I'm going to pretend that the bed still looks this pristine.
All the books I have read tell me not to worry about cleaning and to just focus on my new baby. I am a rule-follower so that's what I have been doing. Look at her. Her nursery will be clean some day.
Send chocolate. xoxo