We put the useful clothes in the dresser.

I chose simple cotton sheets for the crib.

The silk blankets could wait elsewhere.

The sleep space would be arranged according to the guidance I had received, not decorated with every gift at once.

My old maternity dress lay folded near a donation bag.

I smoothed it with my hand.

The fabric was worn, but it had fitted when nothing else did.

I put it away for the moment instead of deciding that a new house required me to discard every object from the old days.