A Knitting Mishap (And Why it Doesn't Matter)

So I'm really still just learning how to knit, but I wanted to make baby sweaters for our babies to wear home from the hospital...you know, something special and handmade, so my babies would know how much they were loved.

I found a cute pattern, made one for our boy that turned out super cute, although I figured out about halfway through I was using the wrong needles. But I did calculations to make it the right size and it turned out fine. So I made one in pink for our girl, which also turned out super cute.

And then I washed them.

Carefully.

By hand.

And my cute little sweaters, they expanded to be way, way bigger...now they are all stretched out and there is no way newborns are going to fit into them. (And I've since checked with the local knit shop. There's no way to fix them.)

My husband saw me on the verge of tears, hugged me and said, "So if you knew you made the first one wrong, why did you make the second one the same?"

"Because the first one turned out cute."

"But you didn't wash it before you made the second one?"

"No. I had no idea they would do this."

Love that man, but sometimes he is just too dang logical.

Sigh.

I wanted to cry...all that time knitting...all the money for the yarn...and it's too late to make new sweaters for the babies.

But.

Babies don't need sweaters to go home from the hospital.

Just becasue they don't have them, doesn't mean I'm a bad mom.

And as long as our babies are alive and healthy, that's all that really matters. Been thinking about this especially in light of the scare with our babies last week, and because of a friend IRL and a good bloggy friend who lost their unborn babies this week...my heart is breaking for them...

Ruined sweaters really don't matter. That's one thing about having lived through crappy things (and here I'm talking about myself, not these other women)...it's a lot easier to see what's important and what's not...what's worth crying over and what's not.

XOXO