this is lamby wamby, and she has been in our lives since emma’s baby shower in march 2005. she was given to us by one of my aunts, and she is made from the softest material you will ever feel.
as i washed her saturday, i got hit with a wave of nostalgia and sentimentality.
i remembered the fun and craziness of putting together emma’s dresser. how we were certain it was much more than pieces that didn’t fit and more screws than necessary… but a sign of things to come. terrified we weren’t going to be good parents.
i remembered washing, and drying her clothes, daydreaming of what it would be like when there was a tiny body wearing these clothes. i remember ironing on images of jack kerouac and peta’s “i’m not a nugget!”, hoping my baby would look just a bit cooler than the other babies in frills and lace and so. much. pink.
i remember having a meltdown, a few weeks before emma’s birth. calling my mom in tears and her taking me to sonic, telling me of course i’d be a good mother, of course i’d know when i went into labor. i remember her taking me to her house, and lighting incense and reassuring me, it will all be fine.
(look at how white lamby wamby is!)
and i remember her birth, and how she was fine. and we were fine. and she LOVED lamby wamby.
i remember when violette was born, i was terrified, again. this time that emma wouldn’t want her little sister, that she wouldn’t want to share. but it was fine. and lamby wamby comforted another sweet little one.
and now, theodore has a lamby wamby. he’s not nearly as interested in her as his sisters were. but they keep trying, hoping one of the times they shove her in his face and say “lamby wamby loves you, see-da-dore!!!”, that this time, it will stick.