I started putting away baby clothes in earnest today. Newborn have been done for weeks. 0-3 as well. And now, 3 month onesies are being packed away. Linnea is a big baby. She came out bigger than Darwin so her rate of growth is slightly slower, but she’s still got a half pound on her big sister for the same age.
When I packed these clothes away slightly less than two years ago I was weepy. I blame hormones and exhaustion. This time it was more of a happiness that the last two and a half months have gone so well. Thrilled that our younger daughter is growing and healthy, and that Leah’s worry about not producing enough good milk didn’t come to pass.
I did pause several times to wonder if and when we might pull these clothes out again. Eventually I assume they will be worn by another baby, possibly several (good quality clothes should go through many families after all). Will we unpack these clothes for another baby of our own? Will it be a baby I carry our Leah carries? Or will these boxes eventually be brought back down from our attic to be shared with friends as they birth children, or foster children, or adopt children?
As I’ve written before, I don’t feel like we’re done. I never thought I wanted a big family until I suddenly realized I do. It’s possible that Linnea will be the last baby in our family. And I would be ok if that were true, I think. But I suspect it’s not. So for now the tiny onesies, sleepers, and hats get packed away and we continue to enjoy these two amazing kids we are so lucky to watch grow.