Next time we do the baby thing, if we will be blessed with another precious little one, I will do things differently.
With Georgie, I got a second hand pram and Moses basket, thinking I was saving money.
I did, that is true, but I have always felt I didn’t give him the best.
And boy, did he deserve it, my little brave boy!
So, next time, if there will be a next time, I will get everything brand new.
Brand new to symbolise a fresh start.
And hopefully a different story.
With both Georgie and Emma, we couldn’t do the Moses basket.
They just wouldn’t settle in.
Emma had bad infant reflux. And Georgie, poor baby boy, he had sore bones.
So next time, I want to get a BEDNEST, to have my baby so close to me, within easy reach.
For those early days when everything is fuzzy.
For those late night feeds.
For those much needed and wanted cuddles.
Next time, I will buy a brand new pram. No second hands. A brand new baby deserves a new pram, a new start, a new beginning.
A Silver Cross will be lovely. If it is a boy, a Sky Blue one, to remind us of his baby brother in the sky. If it is a girl, a Raspberry one, to remind us of all the raspberries blown to us by a sweet brother from way up high.
Of course, I will get all the matching accessories and paraphernalia.
To feel loved every single ride he gets into that pram.
I would love his nest to feel soft and padded and cosy.
In the hope that his or her bones will never get sore.
That he or she will outgrow the pram in due time and its cosy foot muff and will live to give us many joyous moments.
Next time we do this, I will do everything different.
Who could blame me for wanting the best for my next?