My Baby Destroyed My Decor
by Erika
Thu Apr 03, 2008 at 05:17:15 AM PDT
Cross-posted at The Mom Blog.
There were so many things I swore I would never do when I became a parent.
Because I found the concept yucky, I did not plan to breastfeed past the first few weeks (reality check: I nursed Maya for 14 months).
I planned to get back to work ASAP (reality check: I took a 5-month leave and still wish I could afford to cut back my hours or be a SAHM).
My husband and I would continue to take long, exotic vacations, and leave the kid with her very accommodating abuelitos (reality check: our longest trip away from Maya has been 2 nights...and we didn't cross the state line).
And last but not least, I would NOT let my home become Romper Room, strewn with toys and plastic and other assorted kid clutter.
Take a wild guess as to how that turned out.
We staved it off OK in the beginning; a little baby doesn't need much, and we managed to find a baby swing, high chair and bouncer in neutral colors that blended nicely with our decor.
But now that Maya is older, her toys are bigger. And more garish. And just plain MORE.
So our formal dining room table has been relegated to a corner, sad and forgotten. We eat our meals in the kitchen, and Maya's beloved train table is now the focal point of the dining room.
We've got puzzles stacked under our coffee table and a couple of toy bins that are constantly overflowing. While it's too much for my personal liking, I've seen much worse. So I can live with the toys and the trains and the crayons for the time being...unlike this British mum, who wrote a column for The Independent about how her baby is cramping her style:
But as we cradled her blissfully in our arms, the midwife, doctor and nurses quietly going about their duties, there was one vital treatment they failed to administer. Somehow, someone, somewhere, forgot to give me the pill from the bottle whose label read: "You've just had a baby, from now on your aversion to all things cute, cuddly or smothered in teddy bear pattern will be forgotten. Go forth and spend a fortune on useless furnishings and ugly-coloured plastic items. Everything you thought you knew about how you wanted your home to look is wrong. Oh, and if it's a girl, prepare to like pink."
This then, is the diary of the design-freak-turned-new-mother, who was given a baby, but not the "right" pill, and whose life may never be the same again, but whose home sure as hell will be.
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