When I was pregnant with E, I worked hard on the organization in her nursery. I carefully planned out where every little thing would live and I arranged and rearranged until everything felt perfect. I even went so far as to Google how to properly fold her baby clothes because I meant business.
One night I went into the nursery with my laptop, put on some music, and spent nearly an hour folding E’s little sleepers and onesies and teeny-tiny little pants. My belly was huge by then and I’d spent so long hunched over on the floor that I had a hard time getting back up. But I was PROUD of my handiwork. When I told my husband and my mom about it, they both gave me this odd smirk and claimed I would never keep it up. And I laughed at them. Why wouldn’t I keep it up? What was I going to do, just toss everything into the drawers and call it good?
Yep. Yes, that’s exactly what I did.
The fancy, folded baby clothes lasted until the third time I washed a load of E’s laundry. For the first two rounds, I would ask my husband to entertain E while I sneaked away to fold her clothes and put them away nicely in her drawers. Both times I knew I was wasting my time because these days I can’t even get my damn bathroom clean, but I had been so hell-bent on proving my mom and husband wrong that I was going to stick with it. HA!
By the third load of baby laundry, I wondered what it would feel like if I just tossed everything in the drawers and walked away.
It was LIBERATING.
I have not folded a single item of baby clothing since. E’s drawers look like a hot mess and I don’t care. It’s worth the extra 15 minutes a day.
Now that I know how it feels, I just have to be careful not to do it with my own clothing…
Be honest, new moms: do you fold your baby’s clothes?