The first 10 days Benji was with us, we set up camp in the library during the day and our bedroom at night. Now, however, we are finally starting to use his room a bit. At night he sleeps on the floor in our room (or downstairs with Daddy if he’s fussy, which he is with increasing frequency as he gets older), but during the day I bring him up to sleep in his crib while I pump.
The more time I spend in his room, the more I like it. It’s cheerful but calm, and gets pleasant afternoon light. Benji likes looking at all the edges.
Here’s my home base in Benji’s room.
Yesterday we got that cheap lamp from Target. I hate Target and would prefer to have gotten it used, but Target was expedient. The rocking chair, however, is an heirloom piece from a neighbor of my parents’. She is preparing to move and when she heard we needed a rocking chair, bestowed this upon us. It’s wonderful, and perfectly sized for me. Ian fits, but not comfortably, and prefers sitting downstairs.
This is Benji’s crib, a Ferguson family crib that Ian slept in as a baby. It’s sturdy in a way that most furniture is not these days. The quilt was made by a friend of Mom’s who I have known practically forever.
No need to go into what this is for. Benji would say it’s a torture device, for sure.
Here’s what I see from my chair when I keep an eye on Benji. He mostly is content to snooze in the crib, making the occasional heart-melting newborn noises. I have a hard time not picking him up and cuddling him when he does that, but he’s happy sleeping, so I restrain myself.