I need it!!!!
Last weekend I walked into my first baby store. I've been avoiding them so far in an effort to convince myself I can raise this baby mainly with love, not possessions. That I don't need the latest stroller or the most-streamlined high chair to be a good mom. That my kid will be just fine even if I don't have the newest, fanciest, state-of-the-art high definition TV baby monitor.
But then I saw it. It was green (my favorite colour). It had a cushiony soft inside and was attached to a fun swingy arm that I can push. The swaying will make my baby giggle with glee.
It's a hanging crib. And it's awesome.
I can just picture it dangling from the ceiling or swinging from the giant cantilevered arm which will attach at its base if I'm nervous my ceiling might crumble from its weight.
My baby will be the coolest.
And by extension, I will be the coolest. And I've always wanted that.
That's it. I need to have this - for the baby.
"Forget it," my husband said. "The baby will have enough places to sleep. It doesn't need a hanging crib."
"But the baby neeeeeeds it!!! And the baby wants it!!!" I shrieked. And then it occurred to both me and my husband that I was being a baby. I want the crib for myself, I can admit that.
Sure, the swinging crib may make it more difficult to put my child to sleep in a still position once I get it used to all that swaying.... but... okay. Fine. No crib.