A month ago I sold my boys' Step 2 buggy to a nice grandmother, eager to surprise her granddaughter. A couple days after that, I sold my boys' jumperoo. The woman that bought it was a nice new mom who had registered for that exact jumperoo, but never ended up receiving it. She was so excited! Our jumperoo, while used well beyond the standard age range (both boys climbed into that thing whenever given the opportunity - then begged to be freed), was in excellent condition. The idea of it sitting unused (minus the occasional mini-visitors) was sad to me. I was happy to make a little money off of something we no longer use, but it was still really sad to see it go. That jumperoo has given me so many wonderful memories of my children. And countless hours of empty arms to rotate laundry, do dishes, vacuum, eat something - you know, all those fun things ;-)
My boys loved that jumperoo so much that they often jumped themselves right to sleep!
That's my Aidan. Plays hard, sleeps hard.
And this is Aidan well beyond the age of needing the jumperoo,
but climbing in because it was there and still looked fun.
And my little Liam...
I'm pretty sure he partied himself to sleep more than even Aidan did.
I always found it hysterically funny, and 100% photo worthy!
Aidan on the 4th of July - one of his aunties called this his "oasis" :-)
As any mom that's moved on to the next stage of parenthood can attest, saying goodbye to the baby things is so much more than just having one less unused piece of baby gear taking up space. Its emotional! These baby items symbolize a chapter in my life that is no more. Even just typing that puts a lump in my throat.
Creating our family hasn't come as easy as it does for most. Its involved lots of testing, paperwork, medications, blood work, needles, injections self-imposed and otherwise, uncomfortable procedures, numerous ultrasounds and follicle checks, heartache, tears, tears, and more tears...the highs, the lows...the emotional roller coaster that is IVF can truly only be understood by someone who has experienced it. And I don't say that to sound condescending, like "Oh, you wouldn't understand." But really...until you've felt what its like to have a body that doesn't do what its designed to do, until you've felt what its like to sit and wait for the doctor to call and tell you if any of the eggs they retrieved fertilized, until you've held your breath waiting for 2 weeks after your transfer for the call to say whether it was successful or not, until you understand the hurry up and wait concept that runs rampant throughout the process, until you've gone through this multi-month process, multiple times...you just won't understand. Its hard. Its really hard. Hard on a woman, hard on a marriage, hard on a family. And after 4 rounds of IVF, and two beautiful little blessings, we're handing in our chips.
I sold our baby swing last week. Our infant car seat, bases, stroller and all the baby bottles and paraphernalia were donated to a momma in need. This is all a part of the letting go...the moving on.