Part of entering the adoption process for the second time after losing our foster son has involved cherishing the memories we had with that precious boy while preparing our hearts and the nursery for our baby-to-be. I LOVED that we did our foster son’s room in a cool-nerd spaceship theme.
But, since he left our family, those spaceships (while still incredibly cool and nerdy) have been a painful reminder of him. I see the tiny spaceship print on the crib sheet and am immediately reminded of the countless times I layed him down to sleep. Well, it was more of a rock him gently, carefully put him down, and run out of the room praying technique that I employed.
All this to say, we’ve been undertaking “Operation Refresh the Nursery for As Little Money As Possible.” We’re still dedicated to saving as much as we can for the adoption, but, recognizing the painful reminders things can carry, we want to create a fresh space for our sweet baby. First up in this operation was the gorgeous dresser my father helped me refinish. We were excited to break even on that trade by using refinishing materials we already owned and selling our old dresser/changing table at our rummage sale. So, next up on the list was painting the walls.
Now, if you know much about me, you’ll know I have a hard time making up my mind. It’s not so much that I waffle between choices as it is that I am super picky, especially when it comes to wall colors. So, this past week was dubbed “Paint Testing Extravaganza Week.” It included three trips to Home Depot, two trips to ACE Hardware (where I grabbed paint swatches), and five paint samples. Ridiculous, I know. Anyway, after all my driving around, I finally started putting paint up on the wall.
If you’re having trouble seeing the new color, that’s because the samples I tested were awfully close to the former tan the previous owners had used. After brushing the samples onto the wall, I ended up with this:
There are actually four paint colors in the picture above (five if you count the original wall color). I call the one on the left, purple gray, the one on the bottom, bright green gray, the one above that, muddy gray, and the one on the top right, my favorite. If you’re rolling your eyes at this point, I really don’t blame you. I know the difference between the wall color and my favorite gray may not warrant the effort of painting for many, but for me, I knew it’d make a huge difference. It would also help me get rid of the yucky peach tan walls I’ve been loathing for three-plus years.
So, onward we went with painting, Zach gamely rolling the walls while I cut in—both of us wondering if we were covering the peachy color at all because it was almost impossible to tell the difference between the wet paint and the old color. But, after an afternoon of painting, we were left with this:
The walls look a little blotchy in this shot because they were still drying, but I’m thrilled with the new color. It’s much more of a gray tan, and the soothing effect it has is crazy. I’ve found myself walking into the nursery and saying, “Ahhhh,” when there’s no one else to hear me—it’s that soothing. Plus, it allows us to keep this nursery refresh gender neutral since we don’t know if God has a boy or a girl in store for us.
We touched up the paint in a few spots the next day and put the room together the day after that.
Ignore the bins of toys sitting randomly on the floor and the lack of blinds on the window. I know it’s a lot of neutral tones, but to me, this room says “blank slate,” “fresh start,” and “tons of potential.” You might notice the spaceship bedding and curtains are gone. A nice gal is coming to pick those up this week after I listed them on Craigslist. We plan to use the money to buy new bedding.
The crib is new, too—well, new to us. I had been eyeing this exact crib on Pinterest, but knew there was no way we could afford it. I happened to glance at Craigslist one day and saw the very same crib listed for just $50. I freaked out, called the gal, and went to pick it up that evening. It’s in terrific shape. Plus, we were able to sell the old crib at our rummage sale. I think we made money on this switch.
Zach teases me for “trading out all of our furniture,” but I think he just means the nursery furniture. I know stuff is just stuff, and I’d be the first to tell you not to cling to any of it too tightly, but as I’ve found these little treasures—first the beat-up dresser, then the exact crib I wanted for 1/8 of the price—they felt like second chances. God is graciously giving Zach and I a second chance to parent, to love a child and welcome him or her into our family. And, along the way, He’s also giving me reminders that He’s a God of second chances, a God who cares about our pain and our experiences, and a God who loves us more than we can imagine.
We’ll keep you posted on our nursery progress. I’m sure it will involve more Craigslist “trading” as we move forward. As a quick note, we know this road to our adoption may seem long, but we’re incredibly grateful to have your support. Knowing that our family and friends, and many people we don’t know, are walking this journey with us means more than we can say. So, thank you!