Why is it so hard to put away clothing and gear that baby Sadie has outgrown? Because everything carries a memory.
Sadie hasn't slept swaddled in a few months now, so I ought to pass along her swaddlers. However, I think of how well Sadie slept all swaddled and snuggly. How when I stopped swaddling her at three-months just because I thought a three-month-old should sleep unswaddled, she started waking throughout the night. How when I resumed swaddling her, and she immediately slept beautifully, I vowed to keep swaddling her though high school. Sure, she now sleeps well in her sleepsack, but I feel a gratitude toward the swaddlers that offered us so much much-needed sleep.
And the small, girly receiving blankets we haven't used in months. The ones Craig ran out and bought to calm me. See, I was so sure Sadie was a boy, I only prewashed gender-neutral newborn items. So we brought baby Sadie to her first pediatrician appointment when she was four days old wearing a white and yellow ducky outfit with a yellow hat, covered with a green receiving blanket. The physician's assistant marveled at our adorable baby boy, and I burst into tears. After the important appointment (ascertaining Sadie was healthy), Craig went to Target to pick up come necessaries, and included in his shopping cart newborn-size dresses and tights, pink socks, and the three-pack of pink-patterned receiving blankets, so it would be clear that Sadie is a girl.
I will pass these items on to others so they will continue to be loved, but it is hard to do so.
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