{Tips for Traveling with Baby}

I'm sharing a post on the Mommy Mailbox blog about tips for traveling with your baby (at least what has worked for us) if you're interested! Head over to check it out!

{Elodie: 11 Months}

Our little lady is going to be one in nine short days. NINE DAYS! Where has the time gone? Ugh… I’ll save all that complaining for later. For now, here’s what Elodie is up to just shy of her first birthday….

She loves to point at anything and everything.. and every time she does I am tempted to just bite that chubby little finger right off!

She took three steps over a week ago and now shows absolutely no interest in doing that ever again

She loves bread and cheese (yup, she’s mine!) but isn’t a fan of avocado (wait, maybe she isn’t mine…?)

She loves playing peek-a-boo

Is still too impatient for books – she bails about four pages in every.single.time.

She hates diaper changes, which makes us hate them perhaps even more 

She’s literally obsessed with daddy. If he walks out of the room, she cries, if he walks into the room she cries unless he is holding her, she gives him the biggest smile and laughs every time she sees him. I mean the girl is just madly in love with him – and I can understand why. Honestly, though, it does make me feel a little left out at times, but I hear these things go back and forth. I’ll just have to wait my turn for all that good love.

She says mama and dada (but not at the right people) and just kinda sorta started saying baby (we think).

She loves to clap her hands and wave hello and bye bye

We’re trying to teach her how to high five

She sleeps 11-12 hours a night straight. Still cries (hard) for 30-60 seconds right as we put her down and walk out of her room, but she calms down pretty quickly and then falls asleep within 10 or so minutes. 

She takes two 1-2 hour naps a day 

She loves Henry, but hates when he barks

She has started refusing her bottles at daycare 

She’s sleeping on a cot at daycare, but definitely still in her crib at home

She has five (almost six!) teeth

She’s wearing some 6-12 month clothes still, but is starting to venture into 12-18

Most of all, I hope I remember how madly we love this girl. Sometimes I wish I could record the conversations Corey and I have so Elodie could hear them later. It saddens me to know she'll never remember this time in her life. We are constantly talking about how much we adore her, couldn't love her more, think she's the most beautiful angel. I mean, we're seriously obsessed. I hope she can feel that love and will continue to feel it forever.

{Our Babymoon}

I know not everyone is into the whole “babymoon” idea, but let’s be honest, Corey and I will take any excuse to go on a vacation! I, being the obsessive travel planner that I am, thought long and hard about what kind of babymoon I wanted to go on....

Due to work obligations, other travels we had planned, and the fact that I was getting more pregnant by the week, we only had a tiny five day window in December for our trip. I knew right away I didn’t want to go somewhere cold and adventurous (read: ski trip or anything like it). I knew I wanted sun, mostly because by that point in Portland you are really ready to escape the dreary rain and cold. I also wanted the vacation to be no-fuss, easy to get to (direct flight), and incredibly relaxing. 

Usually when we go on vacation we are planning out every day, choosing restaurants, hikes, attractions, etc etc. We wanted the opposite for our babymoon. Pure relaxation. No agenda. Just the huz and me and me and the huz. We knew we wouldn’t be taking a vacation like that as often once Elodie arrived, so that was our plan.

We ended up going back to our honeymoon destination because we knew how great the Hyatt was and were dying to stay there. We loved the food on the hotel grounds (which was great since we didn’t plan to leave). It was in hawaii – so hello, sun! And there are direct flights from Portland to Kauai, so boom – Kauai it was!

Minus one day of torrential thunderstorms and lightning, the trip was a dream. It was exactly what we had envisioned – pure relaxation and good quality one on one time. I couldn’t recommend the Hyatt in Poipu enough for any vacation – but especially a babymoon or honeymoon! A few photos from our trip below!

{Photos © Liz Denfeld Photography}

{More Babies?}

I remember when Corey and I were seriously dating, people weren’t shy about asking when we were going to get married, and once married  - when were we going to start a family? Then it seemed only days or weeks after Elodie was born – “So, are you going to have more?” It’s the million dollar question! I have to admit, I ask the same of my friends with little ones. You just can’t help yourself. 

My answer to this question has evolved over time. Before Corey and I were married we’d often have conversations about children – and decided we might not even want them! Maybe they wouldn’t fit into our lifestyle (we love to travel and are passionate about our careers), and when you’re in your mid-twenties the thought of being up all through the night or having your entire day revolve around your baby’s schedule just doesn’t sound appealing (I’m just being honest!). 

Then, after we got married, it was like a switch flipped. Oh yeah, we definitely wanted babies. But not right away. And we wanted two. That sounded like the perfect number.

Then Elodie came along. Those first weeks are rough and sweet and hard and perfect. I would stare at her for hours on end and think to myself that there was no way I could have another baby because it just wouldn’t be fair – I couldn’t love another one the way I love her. Also, I was still in full on recovery mode and the thought of going through the aftermath of delivery all over again sounded awful. So my answer was no, I think it’s just going to be Elodie.

Now, almost eleven months into motherhood, my answer has changed again. Yes, we definitely want more children – the number still unknown/up for debate. Elodie is the light of our lives. She is so much fun and brings us so much joy that I simply can’t imagine not having another baby (or two). I can now look back on pregnancy fondly, and would love to experience the miracle of growing and delivering a child again, now that I have the perspective of starting to raise one outside the womb. Most of all, my own sisters are my best friends and I truly couldn’t and wouldn’t want to imagine life without them, so I want more than anything to give that special bond to Elodie.  

So while we’re not looking to add to our family anytime in the very near future – the answer is yes, someday, God willing, we’d love to expand our family again. And we just can’t wait!

{Going Back To Work}

{Photo from my first day back at work & Elodie's first day at daycare!}

It’s hard to believe I’ve been back at work a touch longer than I was away on maternity leave. The way I feel about being a working mother now versus when I first came back to work is night and day.

Going into maternity leave, I wasn’t really sure how I would feel about being home full-time with my little one. I’m an extremely social person, I love to chat and be around people, but do find that I need my alone time at the end of the day to recharge. Part of me thought that I might not even like being home all day every day as I might go stir crazy, or always intend to get out and do things, but never muster the energy to get out of my PJs and actually do so.

To my surprise, I really thrived on maternity leave. I got into my own little routine, and found myself almost being too social at times (I was really lucky and was on maternity leave at the same time as a lot of great friends. It was one of my absolute favorite summers of my life!). I got into the swing of being a stay-at-home mama, and found true happiness and joy in keeping our home in order, cleaning, cooking and hanging with my bebe. For the record, Corey never expected me to do anything but care for Elodie and would never give me grief if he came home to a disastrous house (which, let’s be honest, happened probably a lot!), it just made me happier to be in a clean house! Anyway, point is, I really liked being on maternity leave.

Fast forward just about five months and it was time for me to go back to work. I’m not going to sugarcoat it, there were lots and lots of tears (most came the night before going back and in the immediate weeks thereafter). It all just felt silly. I had a baby, only to leave her with someone else 8+ hours a day? And I’d hardly get any time to hang out with her at night as we have a pretty yucky commute and she has an early bedtime. I went from spending every waking moment with Elodie to spending mere hours, sometimes minutes, home with her each day. It killed me.

To make matters worse, Elodie did not take to daycare well. I often got reports that she was sad and fussy all day, and cried a lot. This coming from a baby who seriously never cried at home. It broke my heart. She was clearly unhappy.  

There were definitely moments I had irrational thoughts about leaving my job to stay home with Elodie. I thought long and hard about the role I wanted my career to play in my life, and in our children’s lives. I went back and forth. What job could be more important than being a mother? What would Elodie think of me if I didn’t work? Would she respect me? Would she resent me?

There’s no doubt that both options would be rewarding and difficult in their own ways. I have SO much respect for stay-at-home mothers. Honestly, that’s a way harder job than what I do day-to-day! And working mothers have it hard – they spend their days away from their littles. Even if working mothers love their jobs, they can often feel torn between their two roles. There really is no perfect solution for this dilemma, and it is incredibly personal.

Luckily I didn’t make any brash decisions in those early weeks back. I found my groove at work again and as soon as Elodie started crawling at six months, she became a much happier baby at daycare. Now, six months into daycare, Elodie is thriving – she adores her teachers and has so much fun playing with her baby friends and all the awesome toys they have in her classroom. I miss her like crazy all day, but I’m lucky that my company has daycare on-site, so if I’m really having withdrawals (um, every day!) I can pop in and say hello. It’s proven to be a really good balance for us all. 

So if you’re a new mama already dreading going back to work, an expectant woman wondering how she’s going to navigate the waters of being a working mother, or anyone who’s given any thought to how on earth she’ll balance a career, marriage and motherhood, I hope sharing my experience with you has helped. We’re all bound to choose different paths, but just know that with time, you’ll figure it all out and it will all be okay (even when it REALLY feels like it won’t be)! Good luck :)

{Elodie's Birth Announcements}

Finally getting around to sharing our awesome Minted birth announcements with you all! We sent some overseas and wanted to make sure all of our friends and family got them before I posted to the blog. 

We always use Minted for our Christmas cards, so it was a no-brainer that we'd use them for our announcements, too! I'm so glad we did. I am absolutely in love with the way they turned out! I ended up spending hours designing a bajillion options and finally settled on these (with a few small tweaks the Minted designers executed perfectly!). I felt they were feminine, sweet and I was able to showcase more than one photo from our newborn session with Linnea (because let's be honest, how could I choose just ONE?!). We also ended up going with an envelope liner option, which really completed the package and made everything feel even higher quality. Can't thank Minted enough for the opportunity to partner with them for our birth announcements. It's such an incredibly special memento we'll keep forever and ever!

{Elodie's Birth Story}

Elodie is one month and 12 days old, so I think it's about time I shared her birth story! Toward the end of my pregnancy I was absolutely obsessed with reading other people's birth stories (if you like them too I found the mother load here. Enjoy!), and found myself completely fascinated by how different they all were. Despite learning about what a "normal" birth is like in our baby prep classes, reading all of these stories reminded me that there really isn't such a thing as a "normal" birth. They are all different and unique and completely unpredictable. 

I'll warn you now, this birth story is really long, and more for my memory than for all of you. But if you make it through to the end -- congrats! ;) Without further ado.... 

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In the two weeks leading up to my due date I was already 4cm dilated and 90% effaced. I had actually been dilated since my bout with the norovirus at 32 weeks (only 1cm, but still!), and was up to 3cm & 80% by my 37 week check up. This is pretty rare for a first pregnancy (so I was told), so when my doctor checked me at my 37 week appointment, she confidently stated “this baby isn’t going past her due date!”. That must’ve been the moment she jinxed me ;) I had always prepared myself to go past my due date because that is so common for first time mothers, but after a preterm labor scare (in which I was admitted to the hospital and everything) at 34 weeks, I couldn’t help but think that there was a possibility our little lady would come early. But alas, April 3rd (my due date) came and went and still no baby. By this point I was off work and all those Braxton Hicks contractions I’d been feeling for the last few months? All of a sudden nearly non-existent! Wouldn’t you know it. 

The day after my due date I woke up with a cold. Of course, I had to throw myself a pity party on instagram because I was now overdue and sick! How cruel! There were quite a few comments that being sick could actually be a sign of labor, but I didn’t take those comments to heart because when you’re 40+ weeks pregnant, you really do think everything is/could be a sign. That was the worst part of being overdue. Physically I felt totally fine, but mentally and emotionally I was starting to break down. It drove me nuts thinking every day could be the day, and every pain or weird symptom I had might be a sign of labor. By Sunday night (3 days past my due date) my cold was waning away and I had resolved that this baby was not coming on her own. I was mentally preparing myself for an induction (which we had tentatively schedule for that coming Thursday – when I’d be exactly 41 weeks). 

That Sunday night we went over to dinner at Corey’s parent’s house. The whole gang was there – his parents, my mom, his brother and his girlfriend, corey’s cousin, her husband and their sweet baby. We talked a lot about how pregnant I was and how I was feeling, and to be honest I was probably pretty crabby about it all. I was trying to stay positive, but by that point I was pretty much just throwing my hands in the air in defeat. I told them I was expecting to be induced on Thursday, I didn’t feel like the baby was coming anytime soon and that I was fine with that. Period. 

We went home and got right into bed – I fell asleep around 9:30 (hey, you go to bed early when you’re 40+ weeks pregnant!). I was fast asleep for an hour and a half when I woke up at 11PM with intense pain in my abdomen. But it didn’t feel like the Braxton Hicks I was used to. In fact, it was so excruciating and foreign to me I was actually convinced what I was feeling weren’t contractions. I paced around our house for 20 minutes trying to figure out what to do. I was sort of still in a sleepy haze and was feeling really out of it. I was standing on my side of the bed when Corey woke up and asked me if I was okay. My response? Whispering…“I’m not in bed, I’m standing up” (um hello weirdo! What was wrong with me?!). He told me he could see that and asked if I thought I was in labor. I told him no that this wasn’t labor but that I was just in a lot of pain and I didn’t know what to do. I laid back down in bed and told Corey I felt like I was hallucinating (still have no explanation for why I was being such a freak of nature!). Corey, being the smart and attentive husband that he is, was way ahead of me. He knew I was in labor. This was it. So he gently tried to convince me that we should finish packing our bags (all the last minute things like toothbrush, makeup,etc). At first I refused. What was the point? I wasn’t in labor and we weren’t going anywhere. Not 5 mintues later, still in so much pain, I decided that we could finish packing the bags if only to distract me from my pain – but still insisted this was not it. 10 minutes into walking around gathering my toothbrush, makeup, etc, I realize that maybe this is in fact labor. 

We start timing the contractions and they are coming quickly. Every 3-4 minutes. And they are bringing me to my knees, literally. The only position that felt somewhat bearable to be in was leaning over the bed hugging a pillow and most of the time screaming into it. Wow, this was intense. I obviously knew labor wasn’t going to feel good, but this hurt so, so bad that I was actually convinced I was going to die before making it to the hospital. I mean, how was I ever going to get in a car like this?! After 20 minutes of timing contractions Corey wants to call the hospital. Me, being the stubborn wife that I am, tell him not to call because we’ve only been timing the contractions for 20 minutes, and I have to time them for an hour before calling otherwise they’ll just think we’re dumb and turn us away. Thank goodness Corey didn’t listen to me and called anyway. After answering a few quick questions (how far apart are my contractions, how dilated was I at my last doctor’s appointment, when was my last appointment, etc) Corey hung up the phone and told me we had been granted permission to come in anytime. Huh? I was so confused. Finally at this point I’m slowly starting to come to terms that we are going to have our baby very soon! Holy crap – this really is it! 

All of a sudden I can think of nothing else than how scared I am to get in the car. I am absolutely convinced that there is no way I can make it through even one contraction anywhere but kneeled over our bed. I cry just thinking about having to labor in the car, even just for the 10 minute drive. This whole time Corey is being so helpful and so supportive through every contraction and he tells me that I will get through it and the car ride won’t take long. Short of calling an ambulance (also another form of a car…) I realize this is something I can’t avoid. So we finish up packing (me taking a break every 3-4 minutes to experience the worst pain of my life) and kiss Henry goodbye (I can’t tell you how much I worried about him seeing me in such pain. He was a little frantic and could totally tell something strange was happening and I hated leaving him behind in such a state). 

In the car the contractions are pretty much just as bad as I thought they would be. Corey is driving like a bat outta hell – which I only know from feeling the acceleration of the car as my eyes are closed this entire time working through my contractions, which are often times coming one on top of the other and giving me no break (we learned later this is called “coupling”. It sucks big time.). I tell Corey I don’t want to die on the way to the hospital to give birth to our baby and he assures me he is being safe. 

We finally pull up to the emergency room parking lot and I now realize I somehow have to WALK inside. But what do I do if I have a contraction? What if they make us sit at the desk and fill out papers or wait for someone to see us? I CANNOT DO THAT I tell Corey. I am paralyzed in the car, by pain, by fear, by emotion. He is standing outside the car while I am still inside, trying to get through my contractions and also convince him that I can’t go in there. Of course I finally do get out of the car and right as I do and am holding my belly crying about how much pain I’m in, two young guys walk out of the emergency room and past us. It felt like the movies! They probably thought I was nuts! Anyways, my fear was all for not. The moment we walked into the emergency room it was very clear to the staff what was going on and that I was in no condition to be waiting around. I got a wheelchair immediately and before I knew it we were being wheeled up to labor and delivery, right into our very own room where I’d be giving birth to our daughter! Hallelujah! 

By this point it is 1AM and the first thing the nurses do is check to see how far dilated I am. I’m 5cm. Yay! Progress! Clearly still working through the intense contractions they ask what my preferred method of pain relief is. Corey responds “early and often”, which is funny, but I wanted to make sure it was clear – I wanted that epidural and I was ready for it right.now. They got the message loud and clear and ordered it up. It takes a while to get the anesthesiologist in, so in the meantime they hooked me up to an IV (first they blew out a vein in my left arm, but I didn’t feel a thing) and then gave me something to take the edge off a bit. By 2AM I was getting my epidural and by 2:30 it was in. I heard a lot of people say the epidural didn’t hurt – which I will completely agree with. And that the only part that hurt was trying to stay still and in a certain position while it’s being administered – which I will also agree with. But overall… OMG EPIDURALS ARE THE BEST THINGS TO EVER BE INVENTED. Major props to all you mamas out there that have given birth naturally. There is seriously no way I would’ve been able to do that. No way.  My epidural was especially amazing because while I couldn’t feel any pain I could still feel the pressure of the contractions and I could even move my legs (I mean, it’s not like I could get up and walk or anything, but I could wiggle my toes and lift up my legs enough to maneuver myself slightly). 

So now it’s just past 2:30AM and the nurses check me again and I’m 7cm! Holy moly, things are moving fast! We hadn’t even called anyone yet to tell them we were in the hospital because one, there was just no time, and two, we didn’t want to ring any alarms in the middle of the night because then what? We’d just be waking people up to tell them to wait for more news! Once I had the epidural and was settled in for a bit (the nurses told us to get some rest and Corey passed out within minutes, me on the other hand was definitely not sleeping, way too anxious) I did make one phone call to my older sister Cristina in LA. She gave me specific instructions that she wanted to know when we got to the hospital no matter what time it was. So she got the call. It was really nice to be able to talk to someone, it put me at ease and made me even more excited. The epidural made me shaky, so that made it a little hard to talk, but other than that I was so happy to share the exciting news with someone that our baby girl was on the way!

By 6:30AM (and a few hours of sleep for Corey and absolutely zero for me) I’m already at 9CM. Everything was happening so fast despite my preparing myself for a long labor. Everyone talks about how first time labors are long ordeals, so I was preparing myself for that. Of course mine was just whizzing past me and at this point I start to get a little panicky. I don’t know if I can do this. I don’t know if I can push, I’m really scared of tearing, I just don’t know! Knowing that the way I’ve been progressing 10CM is just around the corner, I ask our nurse if I have  to start pushing when I’m at 10, or can I wait a little bit? I might be the only person in the history of labors that is actually asking to NOT get this over with :) She tells me that I can let my body “labor down” on its own for a bit, which means that we can let my body just do its thing and push the little lady down into the birth canal (sorry is that too graphic? Not sure how else to say it!) for a while before I need to actively start pushing her out. I’m happy with this answer and feel a little more at ease. 

Just over an hour passes and the doctor on call that morning (not my OB unfortunately) shows up in our room at 7:45AM. As she walks in she sees that Elodie’s heart rate is dropping during contractions as she settles into the birth canal. They help me change the position I’m laying in to make sure it’s not an issue of her chord being wrapped around her neck, etc. and decide that because of her heart rate dropping that there will be no “laboring down” – they need to get her out of there. The doctor breaks my water (but there wasn’t actually any water that came out because apparently Elodie’s head was acting sort of like a cork holding that bag of waters in there!) and then leaves to get ready for delivery. Before she leaves she tells me confidently that she can tell I’m going to be a good pusher. Now the pressure is on! I’m actually not very athletic and didn’t work out much during my pregnancy (pretty much stuck to walking and yoga) so I’m feeling like I might disappoint her! And did I mention she had a c-section scheduled for 8:30AM? No pressure…. 

The doctor comes back around 8ish and starts setting me up for pushing. She gives me a quick run down on how you’re supposed to push and then we waited for a contraction to come so I could get started. At this point I’m full on in the stirrups (great visual, eh?!) and Corey is instructed to help hold my leg back for each contraction as I push. Going into it I was sure that I didn’t want to have a mirror to watch the birth – just not my thing – and I knew I didn’t want Corey “down there” either, but he seemed cool with holding my leg, so we went with it. I wasn’t sure if he would be looking at what was going on, but I was just totally in the zone as I started to push and my eyes were closed the entire time so I didn’t think anything of it. Until it became very clear that he was definitely watching what was going on. You should’ve heard the excitement and amazement in his voice as he helped coach me with each contraction that came. That is actually what brings tears to my eyes. He was so thrilled to be there and to be watching this miracle happen! I can still hear his voice in my head and I hope I never forget what that sounded like. 

Well, apparently the doctor was right about me being a “good pusher” (whatever that means?) because 4 rounds of contractions and only 15 minutes later miss Elodie Elizabeth Denfeld was born at exactly 8:30AM! What can I say about that moment I first laid eyes on her? I was in sheer shock and amazement. She didn’t cry right away and neither did I. I was speechless. She came right up onto my chest for the next hour or so and the nurses told us we had a perfectly healthy baby girl. You have no idea the relief you feel when you hear those words. After worrying for 9 months about this sweet life you’re creating, hoping and praying she will be healthy, that is the best moment ever to hear that she is just that! My heart was so full and so happy. And it’s only grown fuller and happier every day since.

{Elodie Elizabeth Denfeld}

She's here! 

If you follow me on Instagram, you're well aware our little lady arrived exactly two weeks ago today on April 7th, 2014! 

The last two weeks have been such a whirlwind… While at times it feels like her delivery was just yesterday, there are also times it feels like she's been with us forever. 

Corey was able to take two weeks off work, which was seriously amazing. I am certain I wouldn't have gotten through the last two weeks without him. He has been the absolute biggest help. I knew he would be an amazing dad, but he exceeded every expectation and hope imaginable and my love for him has grown exponentially since Elodie was born. 

So, how about that precious baby? She arrived at 8:30 in the morning after a fairly quick (for a first timer!) labor/delivery. I can't wait to share her birth story! She weighed in at a healthy 7 pounds, 10 ounces and measured 20.5 inches long. She was born with the most adorable fat rolls on her arms -- I just wanted to eat them up!

We were in the hospital two days and two nights. I always thought we'd stay only one, but was so glad it was actually two as we learned so much from the nurses, and it just felt really good to be in our safe little bubble with our new addition for those first couple days.

Since coming home things have been a total roller coaster. Some days I am feeling like I'm on the top of the world. I couldn't be happier, I feel like I'm getting the hang of breastfeeding, she sleeps a good stretch at night... And then others I am an emotional wreck. I feel like I'm failing at motherhood and find breastfeeding completely overwhelming. The good news is the good days far outweigh the bad, and from what I hear what I'm experiencing emotionally is totally normal (thanks, hormones!). So we're just taking things day by day over here. As of today Corey is back at work and I am feeling extra thankful we live so close to family who can help me as I'm still getting adjusted to motherhood.

Just wanted to pop in for a quick update on how things were going over here. Hopefully I'll be back sooner than later with Elodie's birth story :) 

{Photos © Liz Denfeld Photography}

{The Nursery}

I feel like we pulled this nursery together in record time. I had known for a long time certain elements I wanted for the nursery (like the Sharon Montrose animal prints), and we actually bought our crib really early on (like back in September), but getting past that was difficult. I waffled back and forth on the crib, we took forever to purchase the dresser, I could not for the life of me figure out what to do about a rocker/glider. We were just stumped. So we didn't do much of anything with the nursery until I got really sick with the norovirus at 32 weeks. 

So what does the norovirus have to do with our nursery? Well, this virus was nasty. I ended up in the hospital severely dehydrated and with a high fever. These things kicked my body into preterm labor. Luckily, once they got my hydration and fever under control my body stopped trying to have this baby and all was well (as well as can be when in recover mode, right?!). But the whole preterm labor scare really kicked us into high gear. After I was healthy again I just started ordering things, making decisions and getting stuff done. The whole thing went from a room full of all our wonderful baby shower gifts to a real-life nursery in the matter of a week or so. 

A little bit about the room... I knew I wanted the room to incorporate elements of travel (we hope to share our love and passion for travel with her from the very start) and animals (I am a HUGE animal lover and I hope I can teach her to love and care for animals, too!). I didn't want the room to feel overly girly/frilly/pink, but definitely wanted it to be bright and feminine. Of course, I wanted the room to be practical and we needed to do it all on a budget (we've pretty much had to furnish our entire house from the ground up since buying it in August!). And here's where we landed (sources for most everything listed after the photos):

{Photos © Liz Denfeld Photography}

 Crib: Babyletto Hudson Crib

Dresser: IKEA Hemnes 8-Drawer Dresser

Rocker: IKEA Strandmon Chair hacked and made into a rocker (Thanks, hubby!). We used this post to guide the way.

Changing Pad: Keekaroo Peanut Changer 

Animal Prints: Sharon Montrose

Frames for Animal Prints: Pottery Barn

Sunburst Mirror: Martha Stewart via Home Depot

Shelves: IKEA Ekby Jarpen Shelves in White & Ekby Valter brackets in Birch, spray painted gold

Gold Animal Statues: Dwell Studio via Horchow

Amsterdam Print: Claudia Schoen via Society 6

Wooden Toy Camera: Twig (this color combo sold out now)

And Then There Were Three Zebra Print: SS Print Shop

Diagonal Stripe Frame: Nate Berkus for Target (now sold out)

Gold Glitter Shoes: Juicy Couture via HomeGoods

Teal Vase: Target (can't find online)

Wooden Giraffe and Plush Owl: Gifts

Diapers: Honest Company

White/Wicker basket: Nate Berkus for Target (now sold out)

Pink Pattern Basket: Gift

Watercolor Map Print & Frame: Clover via Society6

Elephant Crib Bedding: Pottery Barn Baby

Lamp: Threshold Target

Ottoman/Pouf: West Elm Round Swirl Pouf in Guava

Ceramic Side Table: Tibetan Cloud Ceramic Drum Stool via World Market

Peach Blanket: Favorite Throw from West Elm in Bright Coral

Faux Sheepskin Rug: IKEA