Cot Talk #1

My poor husband, family and close friends...
All they've been hearing these few days are cots... Cots... and COTS...
Things would be easy if I put baby in the nursery or if I have decent space in my room.

I may be thinking too much and complicating things, but here's how I've made things so difficult for myself.

Nursery
- I will have to walk from room to room. Not too feasible for night feeds especially during the early days. (I can actually sleep in the nursery, but...)

- We will have to clear out the boxes that are lying around in the spare bedroom.

- I will go a little overboard on the decorations. Like, I'll want to do so much but will end up achieving nothing at all. And with all the weird superstitions, I'm actually banned from crafting by the mothers now.

Master Bedroom
We do have space in the master bedroom but we call them wasted space. It's impossible to put the cot in any spot other than the foot of our bed. Could we rearrange the furniture? Not really.
Thanks to the very small and pathetic built-in wardrobe we have and the built-in power points.


After pulling out quite a few strands of hair over the cot arrangement, plus a few phone calls with daddy-and-mummy-friends, we taped (thanks to a dear friend's suggestion!) up the area the bigger cot bed might take. We realised that this was the standard cot size of the past (at least that was the size of the cot Brother was using.)

Those are clean towels waiting to be folded

It wasn't as scary as I thought it might be. The space is still tight, but comparing to what I had imagined, this space is pretty luxurious. I'll just need to walk like a crab. No big deal...

Mummy did a run through on how I can carry Baby out of the cot at night so I don't risk her bumping her head on the cot. It's pretty hilarious. I practised with a pillow.

With this I've finally decided on the cot. Well, Mummy helped. She don't see why I should be so stressed up over a cot. This is the measurement of the Bonbebe Vermont, so we should just get that.

Source: Infantino Singapore

Don't need to kill more brain cells.
If Baby outgrows the cot, the sofabed style makes a pretty play-pretend garden bench too.

Perhaps I just need to think of the colours..
White.. or natural?
White... or natural?

These past few days, Baby has been participating actively in the selection of her new bed.
Whenever I talk, text, or even think about cots, she would be moving inside my tumtum.
I think she's trying to make a point but I can't really decipher the kicks and movements.
And she only calms down when hubby places his big warm hands over that spot.