The time had come to take down the crib and store away all of the baby stuff we accumulated. It was so hard for us. It is the reality of Noahever being able to sleep in his room we so lovingly prepared for him. We had so many items in there that are so special to us, hand-picked from many people who wanted to give Noah something from the heart. I knew it would be hard to pack everything away,ot only because we had to acknowledge Noah wouldever be there to sleep in his crib or stare at his toys, or listen to me red his books to me, but also killed a little bit of hope in us. The hope that someday it would get use as a baby’s room. That we would someday get to be the parents we so want to be.
We are currently going to use the room as a “zen” room. Where Sharon can practice massage therapy for select clients. We are going to make it a peaceful room, perfect for getting away and reflecting on life. The room always had a soothing and calmingature to it, but even more so since it was Noah’s room at one time. It is weird, itever had a sad feel to it, or one of loss, but always had an uplifting aura to it.
So we haveow taken a big step towards moving forward. There is still a wall which will always be Noah’s wall. We have many of his things on it. We willever let him out of lives, he is forever entwined with our souls. I just hope he gets to have a little brother or sister to look over.