Little Blue and her blue room...

One of my good friends helped me paint the nursery a few days before we found out that we had lost the baby.  In fact, just the night before the big 20week ultrasound, I busted my lip changing out a lamp shade in the room; it seems silly now, but I was worried that the doctors would pull me aside and ask if "everything was alright at home." 

The room was in such disarray with miscellaneous furniture/stuff and few baby affects that it didn't really bother me.  Every now and then I would go in there and cry and think about the symbolic "empty room."  Looking back, in my efforts to grieve, I wanted the room to be sadder than it actually was.  It was just paint. 

The nursery is now my favorite place in the house, and I love that it isn't empty.  People asked me if I wanted to repaint it--yes--but not because of the history, because I think it is an awkward blue.  No matter the color, the afternoon sun makes it a very peaceful place.

Yes, the dresser is in the closet.  It is a very small space.

Frank's and my hand prints from 1986.  (I don't know if you can see the backward N in Frank's name--Love)  It must have been a Christmas craft for Sunday School that year.  I'll add Bradley's one of these days.