Baby Boy Nursery

@QBEE6, yes! Our plan is to keep the current nursery basically the same for the new baby. We got the floor bed for my son and a whole new “big boy” room set up basically. We didn’t want to spend money on another crib just to have to buy something else in a year or two for my son so we did the full size floor bed since he’ll be able to grow into it.

... in the garage for a nursery upstairs when Hannah pays rent ... turn her office into the nursery (for the baby that isn’t even on the ... hard she's manifesting the future baby having polaroids of her and ... sure she's never taken the boy to the playground on her ...

... for names and decorating the nursery and clothing etc but this... girl and boy stuff, I plan on just making a mini nursery in the... more with baby 2 (girl) than baby 1 (boy). Maybe this means it’s a boy for you...

... without Violetsky accidentally scratching his (boy) nips in the process. Whoops... you gonna make me your baby - maple & lightning Location... wish & lightning Location: The Nursery Activity: Hunting (lol) Romance Trope... ice after impulsively chasing a baby rabbit. Hemlock comes to her ...

... without Violetsky accidentally scratching his (boy) nips in the process. Whoops... you gonna make me your baby - maple & lightning Location... wish & lightning Location: The Nursery Activity: Hunting (lol) Romance Trope... ice after impulsively chasing a baby rabbit. Hemlock comes to her ...

... without Violetsky accidentally scratching his (boy) nips in the process. Whoops... you gonna make me your baby - maple & lightning Location... wish & lightning Location: The Nursery Activity: Hunting (lol) Romance Trope... ice after impulsively chasing a baby rabbit. Hemlock comes to her ...

🆘 5 month old Black Mouth Cur mix boy on the euthanasia list Friday, 5/1 🆘 🏡 AVAILABLE FOR ADOPTION, FOSTER, OR RESCUE 🚗 OUT OF STATE OR CANADIAN ADOPTION IS POSSIBLE - cost is typically around $600 USD (give or take). The fee includes transport, boarding, full medical, spay/neuter, and a health certificate. ⏰ Samir must have a HOLD no later than 1PM or he will lose his life. 🥺 💙🐶 Samir #A2069664 4/20/2026 Stray | Black Mouth Cur Mix | Male | 5M | 28.0 lbs 💜 Volunteer Notes: We were not able to meet Samir. If you’re interested in helping us meet the animals, please message us! 🔹 Intake: Stray 📝 Shelter Notes: 4/22/2026: Dog was at the front of the kennel pawing at the door, wiggly body, wagging tail and soft face. 4/23/2026: Dog was placed into the temp kennel while his kennel was being cleaned. Dog was in the temp kennel vocalizing the whole time, was even given treats but ignored and continued to vocalize. 4/26/2026: Brought over as a move adopt and puppy was non stop vocalizing throughout the morning and jumping on kennel door. 4/27/2026: Very vocal in the kennel and he painted the walls and all the floor, so I carry him and placed him in the nursery kennel to clean his kennel completely. 🚑 Medical Notes: 4/20/2026: Weighed 28.0 lbs. Normal exam. Vaccinated with Rabies, DA2PP-V, and Bordetella. Dewormed. Given 3.00 Pyrant and 1.00 Advantage Multi Dog 20.1-55lb. Heartworm test Negative/NAD. 4/29/2026: Weighed 28.0 lbs. URI (upper respiratory infection). S/O: Sneezing with green nasal discharge. A: DDx CIRD. P: Move to treatment room and initiate treatment; Rx Doxycycline 150 mg SID x 10 days. Given 1.00 Doxy100C and 1.00 Doxy50C. 💌 ALL HOLDS MUST BE IN WRITING - PLEASE DO NOT CALL. If Local and interested in Fostering or Adoption, email all below: [email protected] [email protected] [email protected] Please use the animal’s seven digit ID number when contacting the shelter. 📍 BARC Animal Shelter 3200 Carr St, Houston, TX 77026 www.houstontx.gov submitted by /u/No_Masterpiece9550 to r/rescuedogs [link] [comments]

This room has been through hell and back. It was originally a guest room, then it became a storage room with guest room furniture, then it became my son’s nursery, we co slept and would spend our days in the main living room where we kept most of his toys, so it became a storage room with baby furniture in it, and it was to the point he wasn’t allowed in their anymore because I just kept adding more stuff to the mess. I finally opened my eyes and realized I had been selfish, limiting my sons belongings (likes toys and his own room) so I could continue to grow my belongings. Today, this is how the room looks, and I’m proud of myself for what I’ve done, and so beyond happy my son now has his own room, he’s loves playing in here and loves his big boy bed and loves to play on it and “read” books while sitting in bed. It took over two years for me to get my shit together so this could be a 100% usable space. I never want to allow myself to get that way again and am actually now in counseling for “Subclinical Hoarding” and hoarding tendencies, and this group was such an inspiring experience to help move onto the right track! If others can do it, then so can I, but it took a lot of tears, with a lot sweat and hard work. There are still some loose odds and ends to be done, but I consider this a success. Any mess that invades this room, is now my son’s, and will show that he had an absolute blast in here, and it’s no longer my room to make a mess of. Any thoughts or questions are more than welcomed! submitted by /u/daretobedrugfree to r/UnfuckYourHabitat [link] [comments]

Also, what is the theme if you do? I’m having a boy and I have a few ideas, but would love to hear everyone else else’s. :) I wish I could post photos on here submitted by /u/Jamaican-Gyal to r/pregnant [link] [comments]

I am NOT the Original Poster. That is Throw_Away4702723. She posted in r/amiwrong, r/AmIOverreacting and r/AITAH Thanks to u/BakingGiraffeBakes for the rec Do NOT Comment on Original Posts. Latest update is 7 days old. Trigger Warning: still birth; infidelity; emotional abuse Mood Spoiler: bittersweet Original Post: December 29, 2025 Throwaway account because a few friends know my username of my main account. This situation deals with infant loss, as you might tell from the title. It's not graphic, but is mentioned, so those sensitive please be aware. This story requires some context before I get to the main issue, so I'm sorry for such a long post. My sister (26F) is my only sibling and is a little over two years older than me (24F). We were close growing up until early teenage-hood when she moved in with our maternal grandmother and I stayed with our mom. Both our parents had drug/alcohol issues which also resulted in me moving in with the same grandmother a few years later. This will be important to the story later on. Growing up, my sister had different guys over to my grandma's house often. She was always dating someone and when it didn't work out, she would have a new boyfriend within the next week. There is nothing wrong with this, she wasn't sleeping around or anything like that, she was just very pretty and popular within school, so boys paid her lots of attention (cheerleader, blonde, blue eyes, tall, slim, etc.). I was not like her, but to each their own. I was a freshmen when she was a senior for timeline reasons. Well, beginning her senior year, she started dating a boy, we will call him Dave, who had graduated a year prior (she was 18, he was 19). Things seemed great at first, they had a great relationship, she was always smiling, and this seemed like a great thing for her. I was extremely happy for her! After she graduated, he popped the question to her in the summer and they were set to be married in the following spring. However, she found out she was pregnant around Christmas time that year, so wedding plans stopped and never picked up even all these years later. She had a healthy baby at age 21, right as I was finishing up my senior year of high school. It was a very exciting time for our family, both of our parents were a few years clean each, separated, and we were all very happy. That's when things started to change within my sister and Dave's relationship. A few months after having their son, my sister found out that Dave was talking to a few different girls online. I never had any clarification if they met up in person or if it was just online, but either way, my sister was absolutely devastated. When she told my mother and I about this, we tried to console her and offer as much help as we could. However, I was in a college dorm at the time and my mother was living back with her mom (our grandmother) taking care of her health, so there was little we could offer her in terms of leaving him. However, she surprised the both of us by staying with Dave. Dave was the only one making an income for their small house and my sister was a stay at home mother, and she liked that arrangement more than working, so she said she would try to make it work, especially for her baby's sake. We both understood what growing up in a broken home was like, so part of me understood why she stayed, but the other part wanted nothing more than to help her leave this situation. I promised myself that I would help her whenever I could once I had the means to. In my sophomore year of college, I met my now husband (25M), lets call him Jim, and we hit it off immediately. He's so respectful, kind, loyal, and always makes sure I'm taken care of. I felt like everything that went wrong in my life was worth it because I was able to meet this angel of a man. He is genuinely the best thing to ever happen to me. We both graduated at 22, Jim with a degree in business management and I a degree in nursing! We got our own home, got married, and work hard to maintain our lifestyles. Everything is great on our end. Our home is a three bedroom, two bath house and we have our own bedroom, a guest room, and one room that was our shared office. That was until I found out I was pregnant with our first baby this past May. We were over the moon with excitement. Jim and I had been talking about growing our family for years, had names picked out, nursery themes, the whole nine yards. Even more exciting was that my sister was also a few months along with her second pregnancy, my niece, and we were going to give birth about two months apart, her before me. I was praying to have a sweet baby girl so that my sisters baby, and our baby could grow up together. I found out in late August that we were going to have a baby girl and I cried tears of joy at the news. I always wanted a daughter and all our dreams were coming true. We had a name picked out and her nursery was coming together. I like to plan very far ahead, so we had most big furniture pieces like the crib, changing table, rocking chair, etc. ready. Aside from wall decor and small items like diapers and burp cloths put away, we were ready to bring our girl home. We never got the chance to. In early November I had some abnormal bleeding and we went to the hospital where we found out our baby had no heartbeat. We were beside ourself with grief. Jim was extremely supportive of me through this while going through his own emotions. I was hollow of feeling. The last thing I wanted in life was this. I couldn't imagine this terrible pain happening to myself. Anyone that has gone through this, I am so sorry and I share your pains. My sister had her baby in late November and while I was excited for her, when I came home from seeing her in the hospital, all I could do was cry. I hated myself for being so sad at the wonderful news of my niece being born, but I couldn't help my emotions. My sister got to bring home her beautiful baby girl and I didn't. I was embarrassed about my feelings and eventually had the courage to go see her again, and I am glad to say that part of me no longer feels so struck with grief looking at her little girl. Time for the actual part in the title. Yesterday, my sister found out that Dave has cheated on her again. This time, instead of staying at the house with him, she called me and asked if she could sleep at my house for a few days to cool off with her two kids, my nephew (5ys) and my niece (1mo). After talking to Jim, we agreed and got the room ready for her and the kids. The guest bed is a queen, so we got blankets for my sister and my nephew to share the bed and I brought out the bedside bassinet from my room and placed it in the guest room. This was the first time I have moved anything of my baby's and I was devastated while moving it, but pushed those feelings aside to help my sister. My sister arrives to our home and places bags for the kids into the guest room and starts to cry on the couch. I console her while my husband plays with our nephew and a few toys he brought. My sister is holding her baby, crying and wondering what to do about her next steps, where to go, how to get out, all of that. I am trying my best to support her, console her, and I assured she could stay at our house as long as she needs until things are in order. We order pizza for simplicity and had dinner with the TV and she sent our nephew off to bed in the guest room shortly after. My niece starts crying, to which my sister begins to nurse her in the living room. Jim and I leave to give her some privacy and tidy up the kitchen and talk amongst ourselves when I notice my sister walking the opposite was of her room a few minutes later, close to our room and the nursery. I call out to her quietly as to not wake the baby and ask where she's going. There is a restroom by the guest room and one connected to mine and Jim's room, so I know she's not headed there. She responded "Oh, did you already take down the crib in the nursery?" I kind of paused, then said a puzzled "no?" and walked closer as to not be too loud. She just shrugged a bit and said "Okay then, I'm gonna lay [niece] down for the night." I kindly stopped her and said I put a bassinet in her guest room and that she could gladly use that but she responded saying "Oh, well I figured she would be more comfortable in a crib like she has at home." and tried to walk towards the door. I kind of ran ahead of her and blocked the entrance of the nursery, explaining that I was not comfortable with [niece] using the crib and that I would prefer her to use the bassinet in their gest room. She just scoffed and turned around and said something under her breath and went to bed for the night. I felt bad, but figured that was it. Well this morning, I got up for my shift and found my sister getting the kids ready with all their bags. I asked what they were going to do and she said they were going back home to Dave. I asked why so soon, if she was really ready or if they wanted to spend more time here and she made a comment that 'we are clearly not welcome here, especially [niece]". I didn't want to escalate the situation in front of the kids, so I asked if she would text me about this, and she has yet to do so. I could hardly focus at work and had a panic attack about her being back with Dave on the way home. When I talked to Jim, he said that I did the right thing and that it was totally reasonable to not let her baby sleep in our late daughter's nursery. I also got a text from my mother saying that I should have just let our niece sleep in the crib as it is not a big deal and 'your sister is dealing with big things right now'. I feel as if I am going crazy, but I just want to make sure my sister is okay. On the same side, I want to be able to grieve in my own time and seeing another baby use our daughter's things when I wish it was her that could use them might make this pain come back tenfold. I love my niece so dearly and I don't want to have any resentment towards her, but fear I might if I see her using my late baby's things. Am I wrong for not letting my sister put her baby to sleep in my late daughters nursery? Do I just suck it up so that she can be away from Dave? I don't know what else to do. Any advice is appreciated. Some of OOP's Comments (from all three subreddits she posted on) sherwoma: This is such a hard situation. I lost my first born and we didn’t open the nursery up until we delivered our second child and essentially decided what to keep and what to donate. My heart goes out to you. I can’t imagine having someone so close to me having a living child while mourning my child. I can see both sides of this. Your mom is out of line, so is your sister for assuming that they could use your daughter’s room. I can’t imagine being in the position of your sister, but I think they’re being exceptionally tone deaf and not understanding how hard this could be for you. I am not sure there’s a way forward. You need to grieve your child. Period. And I’m sorry you’re being treated in a way you cannot. OOP: The grief truly doesn't go away and right now I am trying to focus on the small successes that get me through the day. I am so sorry for your loss and hope your second is doing well! I really do care about my sister, but having her treat me this way is something I definitely need time away from and I need some time away to process also. Thank you 1000thatbeyotch: You’re not wrong. You, too, are dealing with some “big things.” Much bigger than your sister realizing her spouse never changed. It is your home and you had a place for everyone to sleep. Too bad, so sad that it didn’t meet your sister’s standards. OOP: I truly do want her to be okay, but knowing she easily ran back into that home with her cheating spouse, I just want what's best for the kids. I don't know how they fight/if they do it in front of their kids either. I just want them to all be okay, but I know it's not my job to fix everything. Thank you Osidestarfish: You’re not wrong. She was also trying to put the baby down in a crib next to your room further from her own room? And one month old who is gonna be up and down all night feeding, changing, etc. She wouldn’t be able to properly care for her in a room across the house all night. OOP: That part was also something I didn't understand, and I also don't know if I could have taken being woken up to her baby's cries so close to me. Maybe I was not far enough along in my grieving process to allow them to stay and I am okay with coming to terms with that. OOP adds in a different comment: To clarify, yes, the nursery is closer to my room than the guest room. My kitchen/living room is an open plan with a small dining room area that leads to a short hallway, one end of the hallway is mine and my husbands shared bedroom and the other end of the short hallway is the nursery. On the opposite side of the house was the guest room, closer to the front door. I'm not sure of that layout makes much sense over text, but my bed is definitely closer to the nursery by several feet. I'm not sure if she brought a monitor, but it's possible since she assumed she would be using the nursery, and I'm not sure what her expectations for me waking up would be considering I never let her get that far. I hope that helps some in understanding. stupit_crap: That nursery is still your daughter's. It was insanely disrespectful of your sister to even walk toward that room. Had she not seen the basinette (sp) you put in the guest room? OOP: When I told her I placed a bassinet in the room for her already, she shrugged it off instead of acknowledging it was there, but I imagine she would have had to see it by the guest bed when she placed her bags in the room as she came in and to get her son in bed, which makes her choice to try and use my daughter's nursery hurt even more. Update Post: December 30, 2025 (Next Day) Wow. For starters, I did NOT expect my post to reach so many people and I appreciate every single one of your comments and messages. I have felt the immense love of the internet and me and my husband have had a great day of reflecting and reading comments and coming up with what to do. You guys have truly made me smile for the first time in so long, and I appreciate that more than many of you may know! Thank you for being so kind. For some clarification as well I am in therapy as well as my husband. A few of you recommended me some grieving counselors, mom groups to join, and a few other resources which are greatly appreciated. Please rest assured that I am getting the right help to navigate this loss as well as my husband. My sister and Dave are NOT married, which makes her leaving him even easier in my opinion. But alas, you will see where that goes shortly. My mom and sister are both quite self centered. After reading several comments, I have done some reflecting on not only this instance, but other instances from when we were kids/growing up and I see it so clearly. I guess hindsight really is 20/20. Now for the actual update: My mom DID end up reaching out to me first this morning and apologized for her statement and not seeing my struggles. We had a long talk on the phone that had some tears and long apologies, and while I am in no means fully forgiving her for what she said, I do find it a step in the right direction for our relationship. I am speaking to my therapist a bit more about this instead of solely focusing on the loss of my baby, so that will be great to unpack when it comes up in my next session. As for my sister, I reached out to her using some of you guy's points and statements from the comments. I was extremely respectful, put forward my boundaries, and explained that even though I love her and her kids dearly and how I want nothing but the best for her, I need time to process my grief still and how opening my house to her would not be the best option at the moment. I know that may sound like the minimum, but coming from being a giver and a people pleaser, this is a big step for me and I am proud of myself. I received no response back, but I did find out that she posted a LENGTHY FaceBook post about her loving family, her perfect husband, and most of all, her bundle of joy, my niece. If I could upload it here, I would, but I don't want anyone finding it and attacking her. Yes, I realized that this is a personal attack on not only my decision not to have her baby in my crib, but also, like many of you suggested, an excuse for her to run back to her husband. From what I know, he is not physically abusive, but there definitely has to be some sort of manipulation going on mixed with her self-centered attitude that makes them stay together even after this. Though I was extremely hurt by this, I've decided it is in my and my husband's best interest to block their social medias and stay low contact with my sister. Though it pains me to do so and I love her and her kids so much, this is what is best for me, my family, and my healing journey. I likely won't have many updates, if any, after this, but I figured everyone who commented and wanted to know how I was going forward deserved a sort of closure to this story. Thank you all so much for the kind words, the well wishes, the advice, and having my back when my family didn't. Sorry this isn't a more juicy update, but it is what I have. My healing journey is far from over, but I think someday I'll be able to look back on this situation and not be as hurt as I am right now. I hope everyone has a great holiday season and a happy new year! I wish nothing but the best to all of you internet strangers! ❤️ submitted by /u/LucyAriaRose to r/BestofRedditorUpdates [link] [comments]

UPDATE IS HERE: https://www.reddit.com/r/AITAH/comments/1pzxgzc/update_aitah_for_not_letting_my_sister_use_my/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button Throwaway account because a few friends know my username of my main account. This situation deals with infant loss, as you might tell from the title. It's not graphic, but is mentioned, so those sensitive please be aware. This story requires some context before I get to the main issue, so I'm sorry for such a long post. My sister (26F) is my only sibling and is a little over two years older than me (24F). We were close growing up until early teenage-hood when she moved in with our maternal grandmother and I stayed with our mom. Both our parents had drug/alcohol issues which also resulted in me moving in with the same grandmother a few years later. This will be important to the story later on. Growing up, my sister had different guys over to my grandma's house often. She was always dating someone and when it didn't work out, she would have a new boyfriend within the next week. There is nothing wrong with this, she wasn't sleeping around or anything like that, she was just very pretty and popular within school, so boys paid her lots of attention (cheerleader, blonde, blue eyes, tall, slim, etc.). I was not like her, but to each their own. I was a freshmen when she was a senior for timeline reasons. Well, beginning her senior year, she started dating a boy, we will call him Dave, who had graduated a year prior (she was 18, he was 19). Things seemed great at first, they had a great relationship, she was always smiling, and this seemed like a great thing for her. I was extremely happy for her! After she graduated, he popped the question to her in the summer and they were set to be married in the following spring. However, she found out she was pregnant around Christmas time that year, so wedding plans stopped and never picked up even all these years later. She had a healthy baby at age 21, right as I was finishing up my senior year of high school. It was a very exciting time for our family, both of our parents were a few years clean each, separated, and we were all very happy. That's when things started to change within my sister and Dave's relationship. A few months after having their son, my sister found out that Dave was talking to a few different girls online. I never had any clarification if they met up in person or if it was just online, but either way, my sister was absolutely devastated. When she told my mother and I about this, we tried to console her and offer as much help as we could. However, I was in a college dorm at the time and my mother was living back with her mom (our grandmother) taking care of her health, so there was little we could offer her in terms of leaving him. However, she surprised the both of us by staying with Dave. Dave was the only one making an income for their small house and my sister was a stay at home mother, and she liked that arrangement more than working, so she said she would try to make it work, especially for her baby's sake. We both understood what growing up in a broken home was like, so part of me understood why she stayed, but the other part wanted nothing more than to help her leave this situation. I promised myself that I would help her whenever I could once I had the means to. In my sophomore year of college, I met my now husband (25M), lets call him Jim, and we hit it off immediately. He's so respectful, kind, loyal, and always makes sure I'm taken care of. I felt like everything that went wrong in my life was worth it because I was able to meet this angel of a man. He is genuinely the best thing to ever happen to me. We both graduated at 22, Jim with a degree in business management and I a degree in nursing! We got our own home, got married, and work hard to maintain our lifestyles. Everything is great on our end. Our home is a three bedroom, two bath house and we have our own bedroom, a guest room, and one room that was our shared office. That was until I found out I was pregnant with our first baby this past May. We were over the moon with excitement. Jim and I had been talking about growing our family for years, had names picked out, nursery themes, the whole nine yards. Even more exciting was that my sister was also a few months along with her second pregnancy, my niece, and we were going to give birth about two months apart, her before me. I was praying to have a sweet baby girl so that my sisters baby, and our baby could grow up together. I found out in late August that we were going to have a baby girl and I cried tears of joy at the news. I always wanted a daughter and all our dreams were coming true. We had a name picked out and her nursery was coming together. I like to plan very far ahead, so we had most big furniture pieces like the crib, changing table, rocking chair, etc. ready. Aside from wall decor and small items like diapers and burp cloths put away, we were ready to bring our girl home. We never got the chance to. In early November I had some abnormal bleeding and we went to the hospital where we found out our baby had no heartbeat. We were beside ourself with grief. Jim was extremely supportive of me through this while going through his own emotions. I was hollow of feeling. The last thing I wanted in life was this. I couldn't imagine this terrible pain happening to myself. Anyone that has gone through this, I am so sorry and I share your pains. My sister had her baby in late November and while I was excited for her, when I came home from seeing her in the hospital, all I could do was cry. I hated myself for being so sad at the wonderful news of my niece being born, but I couldn't help my emotions. My sister got to bring home her beautiful baby girl and I didn't. I was embarrassed about my feelings and eventually had the courage to go see her again, and I am glad to say that part of me no longer feels so struck with grief looking at her little girl. Time for the actual part in the title. Yesterday, my sister found out that Dave has cheated on her again. This time, instead of staying at the house with him, she called me and asked if she could sleep at my house for a few days to cool off with her two kids, my nephew (5ys) and my niece (1mo). After talking to Jim, we agreed and got the room ready for her and the kids. The guest bed is a queen, so we got blankets for my sister and my nephew to share the bed and I brought out the bedside bassinet from my room and placed it in the guest room. This was the first time I have moved anything of my baby's and I was devastated while moving it, but pushed those feelings aside to help my sister. My sister arrives to our home and places bags for the kids into the guest room and starts to cry on the couch. I console her while my husband plays with our nephew and a few toys he brought. My sister is holding her baby, crying and wondering what to do about her next steps, where to go, how to get out, all of that. I am trying my best to support her, console her, and I assured she could stay at our house as long as she needs until things are in order. We order pizza for simplicity and had dinner with the TV and she sent our nephew off to bed in the guest room shortly after. My niece starts crying, to which my sister begins to nurse her in the living room. Jim and I leave to give her some privacy and tidy up the kitchen and talk amongst ourselves when I notice my sister walking the opposite was of her room a few minutes later, close to our room and the nursery. I call out to her quietly as to not wake the baby and ask where she's going. There is a restroom by the guest room and one connected to mine and Jim's room, so I know she's not headed there. She responded "Oh, did you already take down the crib in the nursery?" I kind of paused, then said a puzzled "no?" and walked closer as to not be too loud. She just shrugged a bit and said "Okay then, I'm gonna lay [niece] down for the night." I kindly stopped her and said I put a bassinet in her guest room and that she could gladly use that but she responded saying "Oh, well I figured she would be more comfortable in a crib like she has at home." and tried to walk towards the door. I kind of ran ahead of her and blocked the entrance of the nursery, explaining that I was not comfortable with [niece] using the crib and that I would prefer her to use the bassinet in their gest room. She just scoffed and turned around and said something under her breath and went to bed for the night. I felt bad, but figured that was it. Well this morning, I got up for my shirt and found my sister getting the kids ready with all their bags. I asked what they were going to do and she said they were going back home to Dave. I asked why so soon, if she was really ready or if they wanted to spend more time here and she made a comment that 'we are clearly not welcome here, especially [niece]". I didn't want to escalate the situation in front of the kids, so I asked if she would text me about this, and she has yet to do so. I could hardly focus at work and had a panic attack about her being back with Dave on the way home. When I talked to Jim, he said that I did the right thing and that it was totally reasonable to not let her baby sleep in our late daughter's nursery. I also got a text from my mother saying that I should have just let our niece sleep in the crib as it is not a big deal and 'your sister is dealing with big things right now'. I feel as if I am going crazy, but I just want to make sure my sister is okay. On the same side, I want to be able to grieve in my own time and seeing another baby use our daughter's things when I wish it was her that could use them might make this pain come back tenfold. I love my niece so dearly and I don't want to have any resentment towards her, but fear I might if I see her using my late baby's things. Am I wrong for not letting my sister put her baby to sleep in my late daughters nursery? Do I just suck it up so that she can be away from Dave? I don't know what else to do. Any advice is appreciated. submitted by /u/Throw_Away4702723 to r/AITAH [link] [comments]

We had been feeding a stray black cat at our front step every day for a few weeks when we noticed that she seemed to be pregnant. Since it was starting to get colder (and we’re in Canada), we brought her to our vet to check for a chip and then brought her into our house. After only two weeks, she gave birth to a litter of five kittens in the corner of my office! Four girls and one big boy. Since we hadn’t had a chance to socialize the mama (who we have named Lucy) with our three other cats, we had to divide the house using a temporary fence. We also turned part of our newly-renovated basement into a full kitten nursery. I named the litter after my favourite sumo wrestlers, and they lived up to their namesakes! These babies loved to playfight and wrestle (and eventually, to climb pants). They were silly and wild and sweet. We kept the kittens for 10 weeks, before seeing them off to good homes - four of them in two pairs, and one to a home with nice older cats. It was more difficult to let them go than I thought it would be. We watched them being born, and saw them open their eyes for the first time, and take their first wobbly steps. We cleaned a lot of messes, and collected a lot of little scratches, and missed a lot of sleep. It all happened so fast, and then it was over. There were a few days when I cried, after they had left. I miss them. But I’m so happy we were lucky enough to have the opportunity to give them a good start. Mama Lucy will be staying with us now. She’s barely out of kittenhood herself, and she was more than ready to retire. She’ll be getting spayed in a few weeks. submitted by /u/Crass_Effect to r/CatDistributionSystem [link] [comments]