When we moved, there was an extra large box full of bottles, liners, containers of formula, packaged pacifiers, sanitizing bags, and lots of tiny pieces for my pump. We unpacked, moved the contents into a cabinet in our kitchen, and settled.
I’ve been blessed enough (this time) to exclusively breastfeed our girl. She’s almost 10 months old, and I plan to wean sometime after her first birthday.
…if she’ll allow it, that is.
Since the contents of the cabinet aren’t needed (and since there was an avalanche every time we opened it), I knew it was time to move it all into storage.
I downed a coffee with an extra shot and found an empty storage box. I started organizing the cabinet contents, wiped down the bare cabinet, and put the storage box in our building outside.
As I was looking at the full box right before I put the lid on, I realized…
The next time that I see the contents, I’ll either be expecting our third baby, or we’ll be going through it all to give away.
My husband and I are in the unknown, in between phase. We aren’t sure if we do or don’t want a third baby. We are sure that are hearts are full with our two babies, and we’re sure that we couldn’t survive off of any less sleep than we’re already getting right now.
We don’t want to take permanent measures because we don’t want to shut the door on another baby being a possibility in the future. My heart hopes to be pregnant again, but my soul and hands are full with our boy and girl.
My heart hopes to put the contents of the box back into the cabinet one day.
But if not, He is still good. And if not, we’ll bless a friend or family member with all of the necessities to put into their cabinet for their baby. One way or another, the bottles, pacifiers, liners – all of the little pieces…they’ll still have meaning in my life.
My cabinet may be a little more empty, but my heart is still just as full as it was before.