Faustina is definitely on her way now. At this week’s doctor’s visit I found out my cervix is 1 centimeter dilated and 60% effaced - which doesn’t mean very much except, as I see it, that this child is really and actually coming out of me in a month or so. And here I was, finally getting used to being pregnant: maybe it would be okay if this is how things would always be. And now, suddenly, there are only 30 days left until my due date. Not a lot of time even if she stays inside me for all of it!
We’ve been preparing for Faustina’s arrival: A. painted one of the walls of her room a lovely warm shade of yellow which bathes the whole room in a sunny glow. She has a crib (from Ikea), colorful dressers (also from Ikea), and lots and lots of clothes - most of which given to us or acquired at a swap meet. I only bought a few onesies and the three items in the picture at the top of this post, which may turn out to be not very useful but were very inexpensive at a Baby Gap sale, and too adorable not to get. What can I say - she’s a girl, and girls are easy to buy clothes for, even when they’re very, very small.
I washed and organized her things so that if she decides to make an early appearance, things are sufficiently set up so that we’ll be okay. We have diapers, burp cloths, wash cloths, a tub, a few lotions and potions (newborns don’t really need them much), we still need a scale (I’ll be doing what my mother, sister, cousins and Hungarian friends did with their babies: weigh her at feedings to see how much she’s eaten - not better than only the pediatrician weighing her but I’m used to the idea and therefore find it comforting), night light, and a comfy chair for breastfeeding purposes.
She’s even got pictures for her walls! A. made a montage piece I adore just for her (hmm, the colors of this picture are actually a bit warmer but I can’t seem to get Photoshop to save it for the web that way):
It relates to another montage of A’s of which we have a huge print in our bedroom (but of which I don’t believe there’s a digital version). I generally love his montages; a while ago he gave me a smaller print of this one, which is now hanging in our bedroom too. This is a very cool side effect of being with an artist: one lives, sees, breathes, touches art right in one’s home, all of the time. And I hope we’ll figure out how to teach our daughter to appreciate it too.
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