Baby Space!

My induction is scheduled to begin on the evening of February 10^th, at 39 weeks. My doctor said that these things generally take between six and eighteen hours, so I can safely assume that by this time in two weeks, my baby and I will be two separate—if somewhat exhausted—people. Now, I’ve never done this before, so I can’t say for sure, but I won’t be surprised if he decides to make his grand entry a bit earlier. I may be wrong. It’s just a feeling. I’m not very patient, by nature—though I’ve cultivated patience intentionally over time, and pregnancy has of course been boot camp in that respect—so maybe I’m projecting. We’ll have to wait and see.

 

Patient or not, I am—finally—prepared! Or as prepared as I’m going to get before I realize I am completely unprepared (but hopefully entirely capable nonetheless) for what’s to come. The essentials are all in order. The baby’s space is set up. Take a look.

 

Here’s the crib. What I’m not showing you is that the crib is directly next to our bed. Like I said recently, though, I think this’ll be ideal for us in the beginning. When the baby’s hungry, Aaron can retrieve him for me and we’ll get him (the baby, not Aaron… not when the baby’s hungry anyway…) onto a boob without my having to move much. I’ll appreciate that at four in the morning:

 

The crib sheet is made of bamboo, which is silky soft. We got a good stack of these as gifts, and I love them. Some good friends got the quilt for us while they were honeymooning in Cambodia. It’s made by the women at Mekong-Quilts (a community development non-profit that employs, and increases family income, for women, among a bunch of other amazing stuff).
Check them out. All of their quilts are beautiful. I know our baby will love his.  Please note--We will not keep the quilt in the crib when the baby's in there, for safety's sake (don't put anything in cribs with babies, people). 

Here’s the changing table (remember this?)... I’m not showing you that it’s directly next to our buffet-turned-dresser…  Anyway, I got super OCD about organizing these bins, and loved every minute of it. Onesies, t-shirts, pants, socks, booties, blankets, burp cloths— it’s all in there, folded and sorted (and folded and sorted again):

 

The contents of the changing table’s drawer. Pre-loaded g-Diapers, wipes, diaper rash cream. Am I missing anything that should be within easy reach there?

 

Here’s our cat, Soup, admiring the artwork I created with watercolors and a potato. I’m proud of this (although of course a 4-year-old could have done it)! Aaron’s a professional artist, and his work makes the rest of our apartment amazing, but this was my moment to shine. He did, of course, hang the three pieces perfectly for me. The frames were custom made by Signed and Numbered:

 

We have bottles and binkies in the kitchen, and books in the living room, but this is the basic baby station. You tell me—am I prepared? Any ideas or tips on finishing touches, on things I’ll want to include but haven’t thought of?