When Chatterboy was born, we insisted on buying everything new, despite offers of useful stuff from quite a few people. Nothing but the best for our boy! we thought. Luckily, our friends were more sensible, and many of Chatterboy’s pieces of equipment have been used by many of them. The bassinet, in particular, has become a tradition.
First of all, the bassinet was passed to Mountain Boy, who was allowed home to it after three weeks in hospital fattening up after being born at 34 weeks. Then we got it back again for Hungry Boy, and it sat on our dining room table during the day so he could be part of the family. Then we had to quickly turf Hungry Boy out when Urban Girl was born three weeks earlier than expected, and pass it to her.
Then there was a hiatus, and Christmas Girl got it over a year later and gave me four coffee cups in thanks when she returned it. Then Urban Girl’s sister Smiling Girl took it, although I think she spent more time in her parents arms and bed than actually in the bassinet. And yesterday we got it back from Momentum Girl, who looks like she’s desperate to crawl towards it now, ready for Christmas Girl’s baby brother or sister who is due in three weeks.
We didn’t have a handover ceremony, but five of them were there yesterday, bringing back memories for their parents of their first few months of babyhood.