Well basically, we bought a new house in preparation for family planning and were very excited when we got pregnant shortly after. This house with 3 bedrooms was supposedly perfect with a much larger area than our previous 2 bedder. What's more, the house was going to be ready just in time for the arrival of our little one.
But sadly, when we finally moved into this house 5mths after we have gotten keys to it, it became an empty place that was never going to be welcome the arrival of my baby Tyan. There was not going to be pattering feet running about this place, no need of the bay window seat meant for the confinement nanny to sit while looking after the baby or a comfortable place to sit while doing the night feeds. No need for the thermal flask bought just to keep water at 60 degrees so that formula milk can be made and ready to drink in an instant...no need for a nursery room...
But we still did up the room that was intended to be a nursery originally. It felt wrong to turn the room into something else. We made it a kid's playroom with a sky blue wallpaper on one wall (this turned out a nice surprise as it really looked like a big blue sky with many little white clouds signifying Tyan's name which means Sky) and a polka-dotted white based wallpaper on the rest.
We filled it up with many memories of Tyan. The stuffed elephant and aeroplane carousel that you prob have seen in the earlier post. then there was the Big Stitch Wall Clock that we bought when we went to phuket to escape X'mas, the Hello Kitty Cushion bought in Osaka Universal Studios in anticipation of the next child who was going to be Tyan's sister based on a strange feeling that I had one day. Little by little we added a carpet here, an armchair there and soon that room was the cosiest place in the house. Alec spent a good many nights there worshipping, doing his quiet time there. For me, I would go in and sit in the armchair and remember him.
Moving out was not as easy as it seemed. We moved basically because we found that this place was really too far from family, quality of the place was not to standard and it was infested with uncouth people which I shall not elaborate here. Finding a buyer was not that simple too. We did up the house very nicely...but when people came to view the house, there were many times the awkward question of whether we have a kid came up when they saw the playroom. I'm sure you can imagine what the potential buyers might have felt when they knew that my baby had just passed away. Not that that he passed away in the house or anything but some mean people might just use that as an excuse to slash our price. Eventually, we caved and did not mention Tyan after that but merely said that we were planing for one. It was just difficult sharing with strangers about this special person in our lives.
Finally the day came when we were to move...the most difficult part was leaving that room. The room full of our love for our dear son, memories of how we did up the room abit by abit. It meant the cutting of one of my link with my son...and that's like cutting a piece out of us...
Moving back to my father-in-law's place is yet another adjustment for us. After all, it was full of memories of my pregnancy days...the confinement days...nights when we cried ourselves to sleep missing him...
But sadly, when we finally moved into this house 5mths after we have gotten keys to it, it became an empty place that was never going to be welcome the arrival of my baby Tyan. There was not going to be pattering feet running about this place, no need of the bay window seat meant for the confinement nanny to sit while looking after the baby or a comfortable place to sit while doing the night feeds. No need for the thermal flask bought just to keep water at 60 degrees so that formula milk can be made and ready to drink in an instant...no need for a nursery room...
But we still did up the room that was intended to be a nursery originally. It felt wrong to turn the room into something else. We made it a kid's playroom with a sky blue wallpaper on one wall (this turned out a nice surprise as it really looked like a big blue sky with many little white clouds signifying Tyan's name which means Sky) and a polka-dotted white based wallpaper on the rest.
We filled it up with many memories of Tyan. The stuffed elephant and aeroplane carousel that you prob have seen in the earlier post. then there was the Big Stitch Wall Clock that we bought when we went to phuket to escape X'mas, the Hello Kitty Cushion bought in Osaka Universal Studios in anticipation of the next child who was going to be Tyan's sister based on a strange feeling that I had one day. Little by little we added a carpet here, an armchair there and soon that room was the cosiest place in the house. Alec spent a good many nights there worshipping, doing his quiet time there. For me, I would go in and sit in the armchair and remember him.
Moving out was not as easy as it seemed. We moved basically because we found that this place was really too far from family, quality of the place was not to standard and it was infested with uncouth people which I shall not elaborate here. Finding a buyer was not that simple too. We did up the house very nicely...but when people came to view the house, there were many times the awkward question of whether we have a kid came up when they saw the playroom. I'm sure you can imagine what the potential buyers might have felt when they knew that my baby had just passed away. Not that that he passed away in the house or anything but some mean people might just use that as an excuse to slash our price. Eventually, we caved and did not mention Tyan after that but merely said that we were planing for one. It was just difficult sharing with strangers about this special person in our lives.
Finally the day came when we were to move...the most difficult part was leaving that room. The room full of our love for our dear son, memories of how we did up the room abit by abit. It meant the cutting of one of my link with my son...and that's like cutting a piece out of us...
Moving back to my father-in-law's place is yet another adjustment for us. After all, it was full of memories of my pregnancy days...the confinement days...nights when we cried ourselves to sleep missing him...
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